Ballad of the Dying Man

Naturally the dying man wonders to himself:
 Has commentary been more lucid than anybody else?
 And had he successively beaten back the rising tide
 Of idiots, dilettantes, and fools
 On his watch while he was alive
 Lord, just a little more time
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 Oh, in no time at all
 This'll be the distant past
 Ooh
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 So says the dying man once I'm in the box
 Just think of all the overrated hacks running amok
 And all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go unchecked
 The homophobes, hipsters, and 1%
 The false feminists he'd managed to detect
 Oh, who will critique them once he's left?
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 Oh, in no time at all
 This'll be the distant past
 What he'd give for one more day to rate and analyze
 The world made in his image as of yet
 To realize what a mess to leave behind
 
 Eventually the dying man takes his final breath
 But first checks his news feed to see what he's 'bout to miss
 And it occurs to him a little late in the game
 We leave as clueless as we came
 For the rented heavens to the shadows in the cave
 We'll all be wrong someday
 Oh
 Oh
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 Oh