How may they present me?

Pleasantly, I hope, I wouldn’t want this years photo to catch my bad side. Tuck in and carve your young learners enforcing future reliance as they accidentally stumble into a victim-less issue but a moral crime.

Do you know the difference between you and I?

I watch fearfully as you stand triumphantly by the warm box, sure you’d do the same if you had to taste the blood thirst first hand. Clearly, you’re too much of a coward to contribute.

What do you care?

Your bare hands are clean as eyes politely complimenting a crackling back the stack of deceit lying defenseless on a plate and I’m pitiful not irate. As is I am, not nor he was the caregiver giving care to his chops and not mine, it is time for a revolution.

Is it?

If it was the other way round, you’d think us deranged, the doctors of strange will to farm as he does. Poor perception too weak, the outlook is looking scarily bleak, just a hint to tweak. Squark, Squeak, hmm.