They’ll come, no matter what,
Whether you’ll be six feet under the ground,
Or living in a rut,
Sitting in a debtor’s jail night and day,
No money coming in,
On the streets, folks passing by with no word,
As you’re begging for a contribution,
Everyone you ever loved is gone,
Dead or they have left you,
Utterly alone with no good prospects,
No hope for something new,
What do you think?
I get it about right?
Sometimes it takes an extreme example,
To help you calibrate your own foresight.
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