I'm almost neck-and-neck with Mr. Butler for 2nd place in the Burnt Toast Diner Poetry contest. Give me your vote and I might spare you from my latest plot for world domination. If I said it was the only thing hanging in the balance between me and utter insanity, would you do it?
For those of you wondering what I was talking about in my poem (it was a metaphor, for those of you who aren't as evolved as the rest of us), here's something I dug up that accurately expresses how I feel: http://youtube.com/watch?v=vdQj2ohqCBk
Can you imagine the horror? I think not.
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