Down the expressway
Passing cars and trucks
Who knows where they're going
Who gives a fuck
Surprised I hear no moo
As we heard through space
Too busy and stressed
To even save face
I'm lifting out
Hold my spot down
Moo a moo for me
And wipe away the frown
What are we doing?
Does it matter not?
Soon to inhabit the other
So do more than moo and rot
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