It’s optional. That is your brain of course.
It’s easy to stick a pinata onto your shoulders
Though the neck, I admit, it’s the hardest part
to assemble. It must be measured by a necked.
A person whom of course decided to earn a
brain, inside hisorher head, and train through
the pain of hunting naked in the dump towns.
Dump towns, yep, where an old mattress cut
by the right necked then dyed the correct flesh
color and glued super on the buyer’s shoulders–
However, I recommend the pinata for the youth,
because the old heads fill in their scores with
a pen that writes incorrectly above the right percent.
Why spend dollars and the disappearing penny on the
forfeited, walk the super-hideously, mean and stupid
line–when now sports reach into our ghettos or up at
the porcelain skin barberries–never mind WWIII. The
barberries bought a knockoff of Aristotle’s’ mind and
the ghetto bought a knock off of Beyoncé’s royal face.
The mind got blown away by her face, so I’m told.
A story with the protagonist who looks like Beyoncé
and an Aristotelian plot whos a whatch made-a fuck– Life
with Pinata’s too much to live for too much to die from, so hold your breath:~Aristotle is the father of the Tragedy~Make a pinata with Aristotle’s head then life not too hard to with live, or so hard you want to die: so exhale your nasty breath:
To all the dumbasses I have ever kissed before.