wait a second
what
what did the teevee just say to you?
what? what are you talking about?
it said something and then you said something back
you're mad
no i'm not
if i'm mad then you are weak
if i am mad then you are thee
if i am sick then you are sullen
if i am mad then you must wailing
in the air you fall so steep
gentle lamb, you quarrel deep
this burden this mess this land of lust
must be something in the mist of dust
see you see i am not mad
just know my english
and a bit tad off beat
in the street
with day old meat, from the butcher's cleaver streak
so if i am mad
you must be queer
leave me alone
let me live in fear
now what did the teevee say?
ohhh go to bed, it's much too late for this nonsense
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