Also, I wish to point out that I am one
of the finest critics of written English
ever conceived.
And also, the finest living! - None
of the others were even born. Miscarriages,
sad to say. Was it on express written orders
prayed to my guardian angels, who swooped in
amongst the wombs, and did their dirty business
to insure my eventual towering prominence?
No. No! No, it was not. That's sick.
I would never ask an angel to do that shit,
even assuming I had the pull. Which I do,
but it's on my
um
my
um
ahem.
Apologies. Now!
For my next trick,
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