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Naturally the dying man wonders to himselfHas commentary been more lucid than anybody else?And had he successively beaten back the rising tideOf idiots, dilettantes, and foolsOn his watch while he was aliveLord, just a little more timeOh, in no time at allThis'll be the distant pastOohSo says the dying man once I'm in the boxJust think of all the overrated hacks running amokAnd all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go uncheckedThe homophobes, hipsters, and 1%The false feminists he'd managed to detectOh, who will critique them once he's left?Oh, in no time at allThis'll be the distant pastWhat he'd give for one more day to rate and analyzeThe world made in his image as of yetTo realize what a mess to leave behindEventually the dying man takes his final breathBut first checks his news feed to see what he's 'bout to missAnd it occurs to him a little late in the gameWe leave as clueless as we cameFor the rented heavens to the shadows in the caveWe'll all be wrong somedayOh