I do not need to be told that I'm Jack Nicholson's pituitary,
or St. Augustine's right earlobe, nor that I'm the left
nipple of Drew Barrymore. I do not need to know
that I share maladies with the styrofoam cup or
that I am a SPQR. Please, peace be inverted amongst you.
And where's my round trip ticket to Flollopstan?