Whoppee-Ding,
Of generics I sing,
Got all my pills the other day,
They used to be red, now they're gray,
Still don't know what they say,
Used to know a girl named Erica from Attica,
Who changed her name to Erik,
Because it sounded more generic,
Will it come to pass,
That we will have generic oil and gas?
Will talk-show hosts,
Become synthetic ghosts?
Will the morning sun ever be in doubt,
Replaced by a red cardboard cut-out?
On and on in this world of substitute brawn,
But one thing must remain in its purity,
I cannot accept generic Social Security

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