“I think you're asking me to shut up?”

On the contrary, shillelagh man-eater, can’t you even read iambic pentameter? “Wouldst

thou sound thy crafty madness be?”  means raise your hammer n get to resounding angst,

…please!

Methinks we may be so deeply insane that  even the great brother hope cannot be his own

man.  I wanted and I wana & I wished and I am a naïve wonderer for the best of betterers 

but in this cold, cold, weather ...is where the yin gets overfed & the yang has a coffin being

built as we speak, dear Micky McQuicksticknillakin, ...get to raising the roof off this place!

…if you see me on the street ...do shake the icy depths of dreamland-delusion ‘till I wake!

~~ * and that’s not to say that the yang ain’t yin and the yin ain’t yang, not woman or man,

not dark or light or cold or hot or soft or hard or consequences or rewards or dire or alive

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“Well hell buddy I ain't even started you pesky varmints. Git!”

dare ya, …double dog dare ya, …put your effin money where your effin cursor is