When all the memes were done,
all the sandwiches eaten
(ordered from take-out menus
hung on the doors of other restaurants);
♩When all the songs were sung ♫
and the trumangs texted
and all our pets had their own accounts
and tumblogs
and podcasts;
When we’d all married a follower
and had finally tired of making fun of making fun of making fun of
ourselves,
All that was left
was a horse
telling jokes.
