My New Thesaurus
Yesterday I found a brand new
thesaurus in the trash can.
Holy excrement! I indubitably
inherited a great deal of fortunateness
while I was perambulating
across the sexual coupling road.
I amassed in my cerebrum
a whole excrement load of
vocabulary representatives of
an intellectual assortment.
I am no longer a paradigmatic
representation of the ignoble sort,
floundering around in the funk.
Holy feces, I can’t accept the
fact that I got so smart
in only one day.
I am indubitably capable now of
encountering a more lofted echelon
of prominent aristocrats and possess
the capabilities to verbalize in a more
intellectualizing manner.
Holy excrement! It is foreseeable
that I can attain the propensity
to even get smarter.
I, the possessor of a greater verbal
intellectualistic cerebral
knowledgeableness can unequivocally
escalate up the ladder and establish
contact with the highest plateau of
superintellectualismic qualities.
Holy feces, I can make up new words like:
Superintelleginborationalalityism
or zyrfantaliasticestorability.
I can keep going on and on.
If I knew what the hell
I was talking about,
I could run for President.
What the hell am I talking about?
