I won’t ever be a pruh, at any of yours.
Place me a bone so I can make a theorem of such immense doctored hypothesis of my own hypocritical so in my own political bias. The bone which you do gave was not even one. Because I threw it and bounced back thus hitting my achilles.
Yelling to myself
“My liver, my aching pancreas”.
You saw me fake my own laughter.
I can hear Lucy yelling, “YOU blockheads, blockheads, Block HEADS.”