Servants Honor Their Master By

Robespierre, This Pedant Of Freedom!

Boundless In Your Charity, But Shrewd And Cautious As A Lender, You Delight All Those Today Whom You Made Beggars The Day Before.

No Matter Which Word It Is, When I Pronounce Repeatedly, It Ends Up Sounding Utterly Ridiculous And Meaningless To Me.

The Present Is Never Poetic As It Serves Necessity, Necessity, However, Is Prosaic.

Gratitude Is A Fickle Thing, Indeed. A Person Taking Aim Presses The Weapon To His Chest And Cheek, But When He Hits, He Discardsit With Indifference.