It’s a jinx

Why all the flags at half mast
Why the murders the rage
Where the retainers of passion
Left from a sensible age
To wipe the wretched history
From this page
Why the people so bloated
What making cancerous sin
Where the godmerging shamans
To make new sense out of this din
To make beast calming music
Out of this din
Don’t disrespect your parents
Rather calm their panic
Curb their distemper
Don’t tamper with their rot
No diaper, no rash
Put out the trash
It’s a jinx, it’s a jinx

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