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A Post, Post Modern Rap

What climate change you talkin' bout, it's not a problem, we'll be all be fine, in our lifetime, in our lifetime but in your lifetime kiddo not so much, for the times they are a-changin'. It's not an issue, excuse me have ya got a tissue my eyes they’re a-burning, my belly it’s a-churning just drank some well water cost only a quarter yep, still some to sell at the bottom of the well, it's a little bit gritty as I write this ditty, while coins they rock it in my back pocket so here's to sockin' it to ya kiddo, for the times they are a-changin'. The permits they’re a-passin', no more a-sassin’ now excuse me please I’ve gots to sneeze, or pass some gas or do a puke always happens when I float in da Luke aka Penobscot Bay but don't you worry ' bout us oldies we'll be just fine, sorry for some water you’ll need to stand in line, for the times they are a-changin'. Now I'm a-thinkin,' maybe at Woodstock we shoulda done less drinkin’ but hey, we were busy havin’ our fun, not like you young ‘n serious ones, we set out to use it up, so keep on a fillin’ our cup, remember dear children like we always said they’ll be no more worries when we’re all dead, for the times they are a’changin’.
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