The gods gave unto all mankind
so many plagues to suffer
that one among them had to give,
in charity -- a buffer.
A buffer that would mitigate
our sorrowful existence
and help us to dig up some hope
and build up some resistance.
And so we laugh, we roar, we snort,
at ev'ry sort of folly;
this godly gift helps us survive
and not go off our trolley.
The next time you are faced with hate
or ignorance must swallow
just face it down with a guffaw
and in robust mirth wallow!
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