I poke fun at myself (to bruised “ouch!”ings) because it is true, you see?
I am a remnant of that which was once true, now bringing forth the ghost of me.
Ah, such tragedy – even Shakespeare would weep while clapping!
I poke fun at myself (to bruised “ouch!”ings) because it is true, you see?
I am a remnant of that which was once true, now bringing forth the ghost of me.
Ah, such tragedy – even Shakespeare would weep while clapping!