"Who the **** do you think you are?" The man in question sat, even with the urgency of the question asked. He was practically catatonic. His interrogator asked once more, but with more anger: "Who the **** do you think you are, exactly?" The man in question answered, "My name is Theodore Cornelius Riley, but in my mind I amΒ the reincarnation of Andrew Jackson, and I will send your **** to the Indian Territory while your having a hemorrhoid." The man inhaled. With a mighty exhale, the man said "Try me, *****."
If you read this poem you now have lead poisoning.