I'm in everything for the laughs.
Butterflies it seems,
Lead a double life,
Among flowers and leaves,
And as gentle knives,
A pointless rant against market economy personalities, which all of us have in varying degrees..None of which are better or worse, And this is too large to be a title now.
So I call this:
“Who am I to judge, said the Chief Justice”
Words for when the next cool celebrity leaves the planet:
“He’s not gone. He’s still letting it RIP on a million FB walls.”
This social media obit would have really suited a gnarly devilishly funny old man like Bukowski or George Carlin.