Matthew Scott the Marionette

Matthew Scott The Marionette... (Concocting cock and bull poetic pap promises to approximate bovine rap worse case scenario..., you will snap so friend me at funny farm in Trappe Pennsylvania, or frankly yukon zap this poppycock poetic emetic entailing...vowel) movements deftly managed skilled puppeteer unseen hands adroitly maneuver paraphernalia bajillion miles away deep into thee atmosphere, where Soundgarden's black hole sun serves as infinite energy-feeds performing artist career inherent behind the scenes trickster leveraging mine every move master of ceremonies appear ring poking his oblate spheroid noggin thru walled sky inquiring, asper state of being paternal care oft times addressing him as father, cuz proficient craftsmanship forged me from nought meticulously rendering yours truly complex functions, an engineer ring feat cosmic artisan whipped out applying greased lightning rods (unbreakable accouterments) endowing, and endorsing creation with uber tender loving care divine intervention nary clue hinted, thus me unaware leverage, sans remote control bound tethered bond most every day of "FAKE" existence never suspected every aspect of my being linkedin at mercy of pioneer, who more or less cornered, fabricated, patented... the market, sans configuring sophisticated kin o'man near lee indistinguishable from offal housed in Augean stables essentially explaining incessant mooing "holy cow" & rear ring like a bucking bronco, though mastermind did milk golden opportunity calf full not to exploit this cash cow loose sing hybridized mutant amidst green acres, where past chore age of cornucopia frequently dredges muck cob bray, and remembrance of things past, I Angus here hoof hit might be convenient Taurus to part ways lest ye accuse me being lame provocateur, spewing this slop (from well chewed cud) out the figurative derriere!