The Great Wake 56: Paper Kitties

 

Going in hard on airline service fees and burger joint talent wars.  "Look it up!  Look it up!"  You look it up, thief.  We definitely have a public health emergency.  "It matters!  It matters!"

Can't keep the racial spoon out of his mouth, the goat high tech lyncher himself.  Pigment made the man.  And plugs, of course.  Nothing but the balloon bafoon sucking on his teeth.  End this speech, we are in an altered state, diminished and groggy.

There is no hope in the capital city, we got nothing but lip singers and fakes.  Hollow shells of dust.  Paper kitties.  "Name me one!  Name me one!"  As the generals and judges sulk and frown on the front row.