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WHAT A GENERATION

If skies turned red
And seas became orange
Dogs began to talk
Cats started to roar
When I cried I bled
Dancing parrots not strange
Snake began to walk
Humans in the air soar

If horses rode bikes
Donkeys sported cars
Ants became CEOS
Flies became executives
Frogs all answered to mikes
Houses all drank in bars
Pigs blowed pianos
Negatives became positives

All we now know
No longer exists as is
It would be choatic
For the first generation
The second catching on a bit slow
The third a little slow of the biz
The fourth will be prophetic
Then humans will destroy the nation

Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:39 PM CST