Except there is no modern era, not anymore
There’s no modern anything anymore
Unless you mean wasting diseases,
Population bottlenecks, and traffic
Embolisms that make the buffalo look like geniuses,
All brightsided into chat bots, Abilify and Zoloft.
But wherever you get your podcasts from,
Africa, or some unsung Scottish village,
Be sure your wireless subwoofer offers plenty of bass
And hurry: my other ride is your mom.
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