solipsist patriot, what kind of man are

you? a dark man, a snark man, a which

or a whiz yard? i cannot believe in your god

any longer, why, it's preposterous, perchance,

fictitiously devilish, oh,

what a thought that is! you're a contradiction, yes,

that's what you are, my contradiction,


you just might be the condom on the world,

keeping us from ejaculating loudly on

the universe.