old people
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The sweeping sounds cascade out of the stage
Bouncing around the room,
Mixing with the cushioned chairs
And the old-people smell.
The brass blasts out a baleful melody
Old people are worthless. They waste their life complaining, they can barely drive, and half of them are senile.
They have nothing to contribute to society.
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