My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.
She's a warm fart at Christmas.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.