Thanks for Being Here, Actually

You smile, a coy boy in front of me. The gifts behind your eyes criticize, but not me TODAY. Quayle is your identity. So much caged rage, it goes 360 and becomes a gentle airy sweet quality. It is your evidence and your weapon all at the same time. It is okay that the moon did not eclipse the sun today. I have so many moving in the concentration camp food line with me. Maybe we are it all. You are so small, but your intelligence is so huge. They send in a sweet petite today. I give him an 8 for friendly. Can we just DANCE, officer?