a filker’s life for me

Early one morn on a unicorn well I launched a rocket ship
and I wore my silks and tie dyes and gave mundane life the slip
And it cost me more than I could afford but I had to take the trip
and I have myself to thank that I’m a filker
For we sing the sweetest music and we laugh the loudest laughs
The robots sell their spares to hear, the wizards pawn their staffs
the circle calls in the function halls for a chorus fine and free
You can keep your wretched autotune it’s a filkers life for me!

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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