I’m not going to lie, I just didn’t have a better title for it.

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Are you actually accusing all these alphabetic acrobats

Of Bombarding the brave beautiful bachelor baking

English

Dialect?

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Dialect that ducks dodges and dribbles the deepest doubts drives and desires

Of the fantastical furious flame feeding

Gear grinding

Human that hangs by his

Intestinal integrity of the integral intellectual idea farming improvised

Jargon jousting

Love

Making machine of the mind.

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No,

Overt opinions outside the

Perceived persuasive piece of putrid prose that poured pathetic

Questions on the quality that

Regarded my recreational

Speech-craft.

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To,

You

Vain vapid vampire

Who wonders why

You got yelled at as a

Zero-to-one-hundred zone crossing zit on the face of life.