If You're Doing Nonsense It Has To

The Suicide, As She Is Falling, Illuminated By The Moon, Regrets Her Act, And Finds Appalling The Thought She Will Be Dead So Soon.

I Feel That I Am Doing The Minimum Amount Of Damage To Other Possibilities That May Take Place In A Reader's Head.

The World May Think It Idiotic, Nor Care At All We're Symbiotic, But I Will Say At Once And Twice: I Find It Nice. I Find It Nice.

Vice Is Nice, But A Little Virtue Won't Hurt You.

I Don't Know What It Is I'm Doing. But It's Not That. Despite All Evidence To The Contrary.