Another year, another autumn…
A swinging club,
and yet another yell:
\”Move along, move along!\”
A sign for the caravan
to pack up and leave.
To move on…
Ma\’am destiny,
you think you\’re very funny?
Alright, I\’ll play along:
\”Ha.\”
But, to all your vicious barbs,
here\’s my repartee:
\”To hell with it!\”