The air I breathe, the folks I see,
Penguins in a crowd.
The songs they sing, the drinks they have,
Penguins in a crowd.
The scene is absurd, boring and blurred,
Penguins in a crowd.
I am both a cynic and a critic.
Just a Penguin in the crowd.
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encapsulated perfectly
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