It's like trying to measure
a tornado
with a ruler.
You're going to get
somewhere fast, no
doubt. But nowhere straight
or definitive. You might
as well have taken your
penis out - measure
that way!
As you do the world. How many
units going around does it go?
Can you ever get there
definitively?
I call it vain both ways,
you know. Fruitless and
bootless, pointless and
useless. Pompous, conceited
overweening with juices
and confidence blown
beyond all proportion.
Immeasurable,
due to total degrees
of distortion.
The first vain
is a stupid one, but
the last is a fool. A tool
on the run to drive nothing,
pound nothing, join jack, fix
nil.
It's a bad look
but you know you
can pull it off still.
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