The tippitty tap on the keys of the truths exuding from me shall set me free and not let those culpable for evil elude from the court of public opinion today. I sway and find an array. I never play, but my jest is the best. Thump thump, maybe my head you do bump bump. I stand not grand in this land, but there is something planned. On the lane the sirens play and cause me pain. It is a real time grind that could make me blind. I work at a fever's pace to stay part of the human race. Oh well, no one will tell. Life is hell, maybe purgatory is a road up the street where I could get something to eat. Vie112
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