He’s a regular Nostradumbarse.
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared beneath Barack above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known he’d ever say goodbye
And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go
Our lives... are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I’d of had to miss the dance
—Shroom, after he gets thrown under the bus someday