Mikey, Mikey, burning bright, what hand or eye, dare frame thine irrefutability? Can ages past, can the Master's grasp Claw thine great brain cells to thee?
When thou art dead They will take thine head Oh wonder that is thou oh super mikey.
Mikey, Mikey, burning bright, what hand or eye dare frame thine irrefutable symmetry?
I engaged in reductio ad absurdum at the request of my disfunctional compulsive contaminatrix that regurgitates anomolous fallacious recognition processes in random bouts of severe over-thought, thereby contained via the irrefutability cells in my left hemisphere. ~ mike the wiz