The off-center fish swim through the holes of broken dishes while Flipper's been segmented into wooden blocks on strings and wishing he could be a genuine porpoise.

If generation why was dissolved by bicentennials then who's going to be left to solve for x? And/or what's the purpose?

(Dude, I bet you're totally thinking this line's going to end with a worthless rhyme that sounds like ***.)

It's a lack of deft key-stroking hand dances that are gettng me down, but my left one's always dragging.
But so y's the clown in Homeward Bound always creeping on those kids after every twenty-odd years or so?
Who's chasing Its own tail's shadow in this ring-around-the-afterglow?

Why does nobody ever seem to know what I'm talking about?

Balloons man! *******.