Little minded tyrants gonna do little minded tyranny, a truth as true as all the other truths. The leader placed upon us, the leader that earned nothing, a leader who shakes and wobbles, who flops. No one should follow a flopper. They should be rightly, and apathetically, dismissed. Floppers garner no sympathy, they are universally ignored.
Then the floppers start in with crying, like a pity pool of self righteous tears. Crocodile tears. Vile reptiles. Sob, sob. Sniffle, sniffle.
Then the crying babies start in with the fits, like stomping and clenching nitwits. Demanding attention by any means, no honey, no sugar, that was already consummed. Those nitwits tend to eat dessert first, won't touch their greens, lots of potatoes, partial to greasy foods. Makes me queasy.
