Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'
From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.