ho ho ho. what do we have here?
oh look it twasn't i that couldn't fly,
lil ol' pee sea bit the tie,
couldn't play a dvd,
the blue screen displays it's cry.
how foolish i was to doubt myself.
i'm starting a new campaign:
down with windows

i like deodorant,
i'm a capitalist.
you tell me that we enjoy smelling like each other.
that goes against the idea of individualism.
i tune my guitar.
no.
i tighten the strings until they are tight enough.
you tune your guitar to the sounds of the sheep,
conforming in the fields of green grass,
smelling like each other.