I am a teapot and this is my song.
I am award-winning and this is my song.
What genius decided we needed a fire engine now?
Maybe I’m a postindustrial bunny and this….
Look, big ears, this is MY song
and no one needs your rabbity bull around here.
I am an exchequer and this is my retinue.
No one knows precisely what I do.
Where to put the excess of speaking voice?
But Professor, there’s too much
nitrogen up there for any known life-form
to survive! I am the breasts of a starlet
and this is my lab coat. Did you say
lifeboat? Watch out for the nails
coming out the other side. I am
a liminal state and this is my program.
Misbegotten pang, open your oh.
Did you say sleeping voice?
We can no more invent ourselves
than the ticks of a clock can invent the clock.
Are you sure this is the way to go?
I am Walt Whitman but so?
Everyone’s Walt Whitman.
Clouds of unlimited portent.
Insert anecdote here.
The idea is to get the heart-rate up
and sustain it. What happened?
shouts the hero rushing into the study room.
Mung magph naagh, replies the heroine
still in her gag. Insert flap A
into slot A. X-rays inconclusive.
Want to hear me count to 1,000 by 17s?
Beep hexagonal, my puppeteer.
I am a 2-CD set of the world’s greatest arias.
No wonder no one gets nothing done.
Clearly we need a new filing system.
After a while it all sounds the same.
Saaaaaaammmmme.
Enter Fortinbras.
I am your waiter and this is your orchard.
This can’t be what I ordered.
Next question.
Now try it on your own at home.