To the left of center is a blip: A gooey mess, an ideology, a notion possessed, the most rank of the rankest “stuff” there is.
A finger in the crust tangled in the plums (actually, burnt meringue) pulls out the answer before the question posed. Outrage contrived, empathy sacrificed; slice it into bits before it draws flies.
Audacious, pesky, fact-checking flies!
The correct answer?
The best answer?
Come on, Man!
Ever get banned?
The Redditors are storming and
Hey, can I have whatever drugzzz you’re doing?
The sky is green, the grass is blue.
And that’s the most right answer there is.
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