slushed the lowly Moose of Failure. And quickly to my Doom I
fell, buried under goat's manure. Where no one will laugh at my big
gut curried weird with deadened breath that echoed with sadness
through the halls of the abdominal cavity, my unyielding path is yet
crossed by the lowly Moose of Failure. And quickly to go grab my
scalpel (But first, stopped to take a shot of Everclear)
I wandered lonely as a cloud...and stole a line of someone's verse.