Monoku En Masse

people insist on speaking French to me c’est la vie smelling salts in a ten gallon vat that’s not to be sniffed at the mouse met an elephant so prim she looked down her nose at him I must learn to type more quickly before the grimy rapper gets me in prison no convict would moan if all rooms had a cell phone scrape the bottom of the barrel and you’ll find the one who emptied it I can’t have an inferiority complex I’m not man enough only the good die young heaven must be tedious If we learn from our mistakes I’m some kind of genius behind every great man is another with a tongue tan