I spent last night with my Big (Board) (American) Brother

and all his Perception Managers

as they told me (right on the tube) what I should eat

buy drink wear and invest in

toward the end of the evening they noticed that I was unconscious

and took this to mean that the lobes of my infantile brain

were grieving for lack of sufficient data on all the amazing

breakthroughs in life and tummy remedies

improving each human human at each waking moment

so then they

fixed up my lobes until my perceptions grew glum and started

to bug me

at which time I woke and smiled to them saying dear Sirs

I wish you to know Sirs that when Sirs you sit Sirs and smile Sirs

and say Sirs NOTHING AT ALL it is then that my lobes Sirs

advise me that all my major organic systems Sirs

(by which to be brief I mean Sirs my lymphatic system

my circulatory system

my respiratory system

my digestive system

and my reproductive system)

love you as all such small-brother systems (Sirs) SHOULD

and yet Sirs

I wish you also to know at this time Sirs that when Sirs

you talk to me from the depths of your own noisy lobes Sirs

and keep telling me telling me telling me that which you tell me

it is THEN Sirs that something unbrotherly sweeps through my systems

with the muggy messy manic moronic consequence

that I itch and twitch and cannot seem to stop twitching

Sirs

but must sweat shudder and come to DESPISE Sirs

YOU Sirs

at at that time I yearn yearn and even yearn MORE Sirs

for you to SHUT

UP

ok?