I try to sing along but I get it all wrong.
When I was young, I believed ponies grew up
to be horses. Years later, one of the times
I died, I only asked, “Why me?” And God told me,
I had been almost right about the ponies, just
looking at it backwards. Things, God told me,
grow smaller. Horses grow up to be ponies,
and ships grow up to be boats, and lions
grow up to be housecats, and cities grow up
to be suburbs, and billboards grow up to be
bumper stickers, and armies grow up to be
police, and sodomy trials grow up to be
quiet and private little suicides, and
every genocide grows up to be statistics.
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