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July 23, 2013
Your horse, of course, likes eating grass.
A tour de force – oh, horse’s ass!
With no remorse, I tip my glass
And in due course it comes to pass
Crawling from this heat’s morass
BE STRONG, oh working class!

Breaking free, as now, as then
We’ll come to see what flows from pen
Lord ‘oer the sword, ‘tis mighty when
They Occupy
Give force a try
And get things going again!

Despite all the whooplah, Whupsteen wasn’t buying, nor would he get involved in occupational shenanigans.

“F*##in’ morons,” he sniffed, miffed. It was as if he had a paradigm shift.