There's a dead horse in my bathtub

I resist the urge to write of what I allegedly know for I am unsure of where I gathered the information and therefor unsure of whether I know it or not. As you can see this poses a strange conundrum as I may be beating a dead horse leaving me with the confusing dilemma of explaining why I beat the horse to death in the first place. Granted it is a metaphorical horse and as such was given life through my personification of its being and undoing. Thus, I keep it in the bath tub for use as a subtly stupid response to inquiries such as “how’s it going”and “what’s new”, to which I reply: “There’s a dead horse in my bathtub”. I once knew that 2 plus 2 equaled 4. Not so sure anymore as I never accounted for inflation, deflation, tariffs, or the rising heat index as the planet shrinks and the stock marked rates crypto currency and jelly beans have been outlawed. Remember, penny candy, jelly beans, paper with sticky sugary dots, Mary Jane’s. Probably not. But I digress as presently you can’t get a thought for a penny as in “a penny for your thoughts”. It now requires filling out a 12 page terms and conditions document and a 25 dollar filing fee. This may account for the reason so many are presently thoughtless or worse yet that when one person has a thought so many grab onto it and repeat it parrot-like until they start to argue over who’s thought it is or was. This usually engenders a plethora of lawsuits over the violation of someone’s “intellectual” rights.