| There's an elephant in the room where the fat lady sings, back against the wall, eyes brighter than the stars in the sky. They're cute as buttons and bad to the bone-a jack of all trades, if you may. A fox in the coop flies over green thumb fields to where sleeping dog's lie and life imitates art. Until the cows come home, he's the head honcho- and justice is blind. Bet your bottom dollar (as luck would have it) all's fair in love and war and the devil you do know is between a rock and a hard place. It can only go to say that these fun and games aren't as easy as 1-2-3, and when it comes to debauchery, it's all greek to me. |