The Facebook thread will be civil
The bus will arrive on time
The politician will say he was wrong
The queue I choose will be the fasted line
I’ll give up the spliff and I’ll use a bong
The ready meal will taste divine
And the incel will find a red blooded lover
The day that hell freezes over
There’ll be no more weapons on the planet
No guns, grenades or mines
Left will love right
And right will love left
While everyone sings the number one song
I’ll put pineapple on my pizza
And raisins in my salad
And we’ll all be rolling in clover
The day that hell freezes over
Now I know that this poem
Might sound pessimistic
But please don’t think I’m a cynic
I’ll stop giving a fuck
And hoping for peace
The day that hell freezes over
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