A Villanellerator Poem: Age Celebrate Wage

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How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
And I don't want to question or even celebrate
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage

Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
Can't they just invent a pill or frozen concentrate
How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
 
This bad coffee's filling me with equal parts joy and rage
There's never any need for them to demonstrate
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
 
Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,
Now there must be a better way to educate
How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
 
Make all kinds of money boy when I go on the stage
And when later I was permitted to emigrate
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
 
Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage
How come they never told me 'bout the word "exaggerate"
How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage


created for you September 9th 2024 12:36

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AHow you mixed with the darkness at such a young ageCaramia, Indigo Girls
BAnd I don't want to question or even celebrateEcho, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
AYou might have drugs at your command, women in a cageGotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman
     
AWoke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old pageHighlands, Bob Dylan
BCan't they just invent a pill or frozen concentrateBe Chrool To Your Scuel, Twisted Sister
AHow you mixed with the darkness at such a young ageCaramia, Indigo Girls
     
AThis bad coffee's filling me with equal parts joy and rageGood Morning Tucson, Jonathan Coulton
BThere's never any need for them to demonstrateLife, In A Nutshell, Barenaked Ladies
AYou might have drugs at your command, women in a cageGotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman
     
AHere, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman
BNow there must be a better way to educateBe Chrool To Your Scuel, Twisted Sister
AHow you mixed with the darkness at such a young ageCaramia, Indigo Girls
     
AMake all kinds of money boy when I go on the stageEntertainer, Waylon Jennings
BAnd when later I was permitted to emigrateMy Name Is Lisa Kalvelage, Ani Difranco
AYou might have drugs at your command, women in a cageGotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman
     
ANow she's in the typing pool at minimum wageHe Thinks He'll Keep Her, Mary Chapin Carpenter
BHow come they never told me 'bout the word "exaggerate"Be Chrool To Your Scuel, Twisted Sister
AHow you mixed with the darkness at such a young ageCaramia, Indigo Girls
AYou might have drugs at your command, women in a cageGotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman

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