Anyway, I'm sure glad irony's over
I never understood that crap, it went on
and on, forever seemingly, and over
my head. I couldn't recognize it
if it bit me instead of just
cruising past unnoticed, honking
its horn, flashing its tits,
man. Irony was everything
in those days, and the irony is
I don't even know what it is.
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