CAN’T SING AND DANCE
BUT THEY SURE CAN HOLLAR
AND DO THAT PRANCE!
Absolutely, we are loving our fools; to the point of fawning just to be “selfie-ing-ly and fawningly” wallowing in being, most ostentatiously, their public lackies. We, almost, unconditionally elevate them to public acclaim for doing little more than watery farting; proclaim and militarily (pay our various news media) to explain/rationalize (serpentine) their public disdain; continuously resuscitate their frequently recurring demise; and, always, during their paid sabbatical, replace them with some substituting otherwise. The more morally perverting and psychologically absurd our fools are, the greater our enthusiasm and servile dedication to celebrating their every word. But we’re so cavalierly desperating and alluringly dancing in our geometrically swallowing opiationing; we’re blatantly and defiantly never never never ever taking heed: WE ARE LONG LONG SIMPLY REAPING WHAT WE ARE FOR SO LONG BEING SOWING
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