If you want to be anything but dVerse besides the odd curse, go do half a dozen tax returns in one day. Warning! You may want to drown yourself in a bay. You'll get some serious brain drain but it will lead to this thought train. Plus your words and anything remotely involving intensity will die which will please those guys pointed out by that Bly guy. Too lazy to think back to 1999 plus at a whole 14 can't recall much too divine. So I'll play with the quote as the stupid tax thoughts continue to float.
They send you a paper, summed up from short to long.
Unwise to their caper you think what ease, wrong!
With 1999 sections and dull as dirt descriptions,
Along with 5000 more directions leaving you needing drug subscriptions.
Gobbly goop runs high,
Shifting the bullseye.
Jumping through another hoop,
Forging more gobbly goop,
Add to the file and get a case if indigestion.
Forget the style and creative suggestion,
Rub out the point to the next decimal,
Lather up and anoint for the medical.
Here comes more gobbly goop,
Why not have a double scoop?
With a free butt plug,
The gobbly goop slithers like a slug.
1999 rules go upside down and time for a recount,
For 1666 take the crown and rearrange the amount.
Percentages become a draw looking to screw.
Lower you get the claw, higher a hand comes due.
No ease in gobbly goop,
You now have a troop.
Forging the mind to none,
Save another gobbly goop run.
Great new additions arise giving a little hope,
Oops! Just a disguise screwing over the dope.
For true correlation brings about a measly sum,
Leading to more taxation to your bleeding gum.
Gobbly goop has control,
Suffer and sell your soul.
Living on the stoop,
Succumbing to the gobbly goop.
For there in the lines lies the truth,
More profitable than diamond minds or great aunt Ruth.
Interest gained while you gobbly goop gawk,
Easily rained in your state of shock.
Gobbly goop strikes again,
Draining men and women,
Gobbly gooping pockets of those,
Who can't count without their toes.
That is the end of numbers for me they can take those forms and shove them with glee. Even the stench of such crap rubbed off on the cat from that Pat chap. I think I have to go shower the stench of that tax crap off me now or at least get some chow. Maybe the cat will eat a bass. I hope it will stop this tax crap from coming out my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer