Take this fist upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are super wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away because hope is a bird now
In a night, or in a day, it doesn't matter to me
In a vision, or in none, but I prefer to not be blind
Is it therefore the less gone? Whatever that means?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream. Braaaaaah

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore, because the surf never heard of the Geneva convention
And I hold within my six hands
Grains of the 18 golden sands-- you know from prince of persia
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,(that's what she said)
While I weep--while I weep!
And sweep, because the floor is *****
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
If not then I should use a shake weight.
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave? As in the ocean kind
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? Braaaaaah

I- I love Speggetti sauce
T- To The store I go for Dental Floss
A- A demonic possession ate my homework
L- Lately I've been learning how to home-twerk
Y- You could be the dankest of the dank lords
                                                         Just Like Shrek
                                                             Donkey!

From dankest monsters we desire increase,
That thereby Cthulhu's rose might never fly,
But as the ****** should by time travel,
His tender hare might bear(the bear would eat the hare though) his memory:
But thou, contracted ebola to thine own bright laser eyes,
Feed'st thy light's rave with self-substantial diesel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
    Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
    To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Two ducks diverged in a yellow pond,
And sorry I could not swim with both
And be one flamingo, on long legs I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent to underground blackmarket;
Then took the other, as just a carnival,
And having perhaps the better clam,
Because it was gassy and wanted to wear the newest trands (like those at your local hot topic);
Though as for that the passing out there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay with a stranger in your bed
In leaves no step had trodden black(not racist I swear).
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two ducks diverged in a pond, and I-
I took the one less swam by,
And that has made all the difference.
In my quest for world conquest.
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Christ is actually a Freemason,
I am busy tree-chasin'.
An alligator is flying through the water,
Sin is flying through a thief's spotter.
Clair is flying Bush's stealth bombers.