I was alive. Then I still was.
As I continued to live in an ordinary house.
I had a good brother, also a quirky friend,
As I spent my days in complete blissful ignorance.
I was very happy, nonetheless,
As I would, everyday lay to rest.
But, one day was different,
It began much like the best,
Till I found myself in a ducking fantasy world and realizing that I had been speaking in horrible rhymes for some reason I still don’t understand. Like seriously, just what in the world have I been doing with my life?
Then there’s this chonky dude spouting cliché lines about saving the world and all and I say Duck it, with a capital D. How about he get his pudgy ass off that gilded throne and go touch some grass for his Lord’s sake.
Also, is it just me or do I see a duck ton, and I mean a gigantic cesspooloscopic level of tons of things wrong with this world that no one is bothered about?
…Sigh. You know what? Duck it, that’s what.
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