“What the hell is going on here…???”
“What is this all about….???”
“Is this a voice of reason……???
or just another spout???
To clear the air…
it’s a pout,
it’s a sprout,
it’s a blast of what’s called…
reasonable doubt.
Its about the so-so.
The political.
It’s about culture.
It’s about messages
and
messages mixed.
It’s about the new words
of the new
paranormal…
words…
paragraphed into the uncharted, paraphrased onto the ground.
words…
paralegaled into submission and parabled out of grand hope.
words…
parasited with lack of involvement and paratroopered off into war.
and
words…
Paradised into everything Vegas, paradoxed with prescription health care.
I’m just so paralyzed.
Paralyzed with paraphernalia,
I’m paranoid of the new paradigm,
paramoured by the unwanted…
and paramounted… oh you know…
it just seems so wrong.
So wrong in fact,
that sometimes I want to cower in the corner…
and
I don’t know if I’m paralyzed or just tooting with laughter, keep on being asstoot.
You are amazing!!!!!!!!
A paramecium walks into bar.
Did I leave a Paraguay twousers here last night? he asks.
Pawadiddle! snorts a whisky drummer from Paraná. What would a pwotozoan do with a Pawaguay twousers?
Hey, said the paramecium. I put my pants on one contractile vacuole at a time!
(rimshot)
A riposte to your wry post, Señor Toot.
PS That flat you lent me has a gas leak.