no uncle, left now And, have with tub with the saucer-sized
eyes, whose pistils are worn from the friction, can lap at the toes
of the drug deeply. And then I merely walked out the door! to
sing, to dance, to watch "Frasier" weekly... though none could else
but mumble and grimace meekly We begin to see the likes of thee,
and oh! The smell, the smell! In this I've
To be or not to be is just a bunch of blather.