Why, no, I do not belong to myself!
I am merely a vessel!
Deep in the quicksand of my double helices, there is the
kinesthesia of the ancients.
Do you understand, children?
Good. Now repeat after me:
When I howl, it is spontaneous combustion of breath and
wolf.
When I travel, it is thanks to the testicles of the Wright
brothers.
When I cry, my eyes are the underground railroad for saltwater
slaves.
When I run, I have the knees of a centaur and grim reaper speed.
When I am in first grade, I will be quiet and pay attention to my teacher.
If I do not pay attention, I will be sent to time out.
Very good!
Now remember, children, I am an hourglass of blood
but you'll need a stopwatch for anything more precise.
