Suck the marrow out of life
Implores Dead Poet’s Society
So leave me now, strife
I don’t need your loyalty
To be a ‘Yes, Man!’
Like that crazy Jim Carrey
Good-bye, then, plan!
It will work out, maybe
La vita e bella
The Italians say so
Thus, smile, young fella
To worries, let go
What a happy day!
YOLO away!