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Here's to...

the weird
the free-thinkers
the individuals
the queer
the gay
the heterosexual
the ignorant
the disabled
the insane
the sane
the frugal
the poor
the paupers
the lepers
the vegans
the freegans
the omnivores
the "carnivores"
the saints
the satanist
the beautiful
the liberal
the smart
the dumb
the hard-workers
the revolutionaries
the pacifists
the religious
the atheists
the multicultural
the brave
the weak
the fearful


Raise up your glasses, drink be merry, work together--or not,
It doesn't matter in the end we all rot.
So give it up, our final salute. For generations to live, we must dilute.
I apologize my brothers, oh my brothers, for we are all to be smothered...
We walk a thin line, but a twine. For O, I see, I see, the fates, three.
I fear it is the end, so watch out my friend.
If you're reading these words, they're soon to be eaten.
In this worlds eyes, we are nothing but cretin.
Drink up my brothers, and sisters alike. I wish you all will live a good life.
I have one word, and its close to my soul, I wish you all mirth, so bottoms up,
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