The World is like the Yogi,
It witholds its navi color
Seamens from me.
The Burgers, they make no bugle,
the bugles, they see no beagle.
Whenerver I will
beggar, they give refuse.
Where heaver I glit heathern,
the Nixon tapes are dogged.
I am no pitiless
or pentium, pentheus
for the inside out heades
whose hades now
are never or never nowl bee
whooshing!
I give many quotes to historicas!
For it was I
that wrote
THE BOOK OF MIRDAD
Psi is not a parlour game,
but a purr-loined grammete.
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