| I Prefer The Twentieth Century |
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| I’m not typically one to rush to judgement |
| But I’m having difficulty dealing with adjustment |
| I suppose that I’ll get used to it eventually |
| But so far I prefer the twentieth century |
| Even when the evenings aren’t so shitty |
| I can’t see any stars because I’m too close to the city |
| True, I’m looking forward to the advent of space tourism |
| But for now I’m merely bored |
| And as a matter of fact, who isn’t? |
| I know the picture that I paint is none too pretty |
| Self-portrait, up to elbows in self-pity |
