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Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield
The daintiest flower in Whoville had lost his powers of wit.
“I’m literal, literal, literal! Everything’s gone to shit!”
The Mayor was deeply troubled. “He’s bitter from the ground up!”
But the Grinch as always knew best - better than all the rest.
“Spray that damned weed with Roundup!”
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You’re oft in error, but ne’er in doubt
And logic you remain without
You think your wisdom’s clear as glass
But you speak only from your ass
And you believe we won’t recall
The stench your words bring to us all
But some things one cannot unsmell
A soulless cocktail bash in hell
