Poor Bloke.
You're an idiot, he said.
You would be absolutely right, I replied.
You're bonkers, he said.
What? Who? Me? I mocked him.
You're loony, off your rocker, he said.
Yup. That's me.
He's the discontent man
That has to deal with my
Antics, God bless him so.
Poor bloke.
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