There's two kinds of fun
Things vs. stuff can not get along
Which side are you on?
Who loves stuff?
Our country has let stuff direct it.
There we chomp at the bit
Who votes for things?
We cannot win with the
Chopping this dicing that
Compartmenting you and therefore
The grouping of me
Killer tongues knife up the harmony
Divide and conquer the last family
Locks all doors and swallows down the key
"Unbox the blox and let's build
Good and bad, inlaws and out
Together we'll shout to all!"
Critics beware! Stand up and
Dare to shout horray!
Traditions of men are so filled with affairs
And so I count the hairs on my head
This group has groups, we are
Making a soup of all the
Rotten tomatoes thrown
The tree of life, with fruit
For the soul. Who here can handle
Good news cause it will
Bruise the ego of all who hold onto.