Natural disasters

You’ll never know the answer

Because you’ll die

Until you die…

We still die

Or you’ll regret it

It only goes downhill

Not for long

Thanks to autotune

You’re a slave to people born richer than you

Neither of those will make you happy, trust me

You’ll be empty with nothing to distract from it

Until it’s outsourced to China or replaced by a robot

The shrinking middle class

Good thing you don’t have a black person’s name