Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Get your ducks in a row.
Arm them.
Ducks are useless
Unless they’re armed.
Enlisted ducks get rifles.
Officers get pistols, too.
Duck don’t fight?
Duck don’t eat
March your war ducks
Into town.
Take the radio station;
Burn the newspaper;
Commandeer the high school;
The ducks need barracks.
The ducks need room to live.
Get your ducks in a row.
Arm the ducks.
It’s the only option left.
“Rando!”
That’s a fucking tree, Mickey.
“Randos!”
That’s a pile of cowbells on a blanket.
“Rando?”
That’s Neil Peart’s drum kit. Do you understand what a rando is, Mickey?
“Is this a rando?”
That’s a baby duck, Mickey.
“Random one, though.”
I can’t even look at you right now.
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