It All Makes Sense
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I'd like to do some calculations
In the hopes that I'll come to some realizations.
My mind is not what it used to be;
That certainly isn't news to me
But I want to know how my life was spent
Now that I am near the end
So I add, subtract, multiply, and divide
And I'll try and figure out what I did with my life.
I spent twenty-seven years in my bed
And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
I spent two years chewing and six months wooing
And -- I'm sure you're curious -- almost three years pooing.
I spent twenty-five years working for a guy
That I wanted to kill (when I didn't want to die)
But I spent fifty-seven years loving you, my friend,
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.
I spent nearly a full year masturbating,
Second only to the one we spent copulating;
I know you're not a fan of this vulgarity
But completeness is important for full clarity.
I spent more than seven years watching television
And how could I not regret that decision?
But I don't think that I'll ever know how much time
I did or didn't spend lookin' into your eyes.
I spent twenty-seven years in my bed
And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
I spent two years chewing and six months wooing
And -- I'm sure you're curious -- almost three years pooing.
I spent twenty-five years working for a guy
That I wanted to kill (when I didn't want to die)
But I spent fifty-seven years loving you, my friend,
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.
I've never known any way but numbers and sums
To understand what we are and what we have become
But like numbers are perfect, that's how this has been for me
And I hope that I still give you everything you need.
Eighty years alive and four eating food,
Five reading books and fifty-seven with you,
Two eyes, one nose, one smile, one life;
It somehow isn't ever quite enough time.
I spent twenty-seven years in my bed
And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
I spent two years chewing and six months wooing
And -- I'm sure you're curious -- almost three years pooing.
I spent twenty-five years working for a guy
That I wanted to kill (when I didn't want to die)
But I spent fifty-seven years loving you, my friend,
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.
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