Meaning is a mistake when it's a single morning
Attempts to make cents always destroy dollars
The cardinal direction of administration:
Do less with more than you've got
Or was it make more with less than one shot
It doesn't matter, as long as the newspaper is ready
To serve to allay the smell that comes
From underneath your seat
Hallowed humor is always ready
For that courtesy brush with death
Hello Mr. Divisible, your theologians got you
Right where they want you
Broken into pieces and ready to sell for parts
What was it they said in class,
The sum is greater than smarts
And chemical inaction is only possible
In theoretical literary endeavors
If you read too much, you probably have
Twelve rules and a scapegoat problem
For surmises from unsurprising canons
Will only remove your head
Roman Ryan 