The Nut Of The Miter

When they medicate you numb, and/when/if you stay on schedule, you're no fun anymore. But would I trade? I guess I'll find out; by which I mean you will, I avoid those people. I don't believe in
farm, the ology, not the gladiator schools or shrinks; I prefer ducklings. We know it's hot, so shut your mouth and save your moisture, go dig a hole and sit in it, ram dirt a wall that might actually insulate, face up to solar. Reflect with white and absorb black, turn off the sprinklers and xeriscape, step out of the vehicle.