One, two; one
two. What can one do? Have you no clue?
Three, four;
three, four. So: what’s it for? Can less be more?
Five, six;
five, six. Who plays these
tricks? Who takes the licks?
Sev’n, eight;
sev’n, eight. Procrastinate? How long’s the wait?
Eight, sev’n;
eight, sev’n. Why’s vita brev’? Why
wait must heaven?
Six, five; six,
five. Call this alive? When’s ‘it’ arrive?
Four, three;
four, three. What’s with “To be…?” Is it just me?
Two, one; two,
one. Who’s having fun? What’s getting
done?
Two, four; six,
eight; sev’n, five; three, one. You call this fun?
Is aught e’er
done? Is aught e’er done? Is aught e’er done?
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