If around my un-dead dirty life and greedy guilt in any way we still could talk,
then goodly, Goody, what about?
Your ever-less-than-guilty-somehow-goodly-always-well-meant dirt,
and greedy goodness without end?
Or animals in-every-single-way-well-meant-goodly in their dirty cages,
penned for slaughter broken-legged or other tests to fill real good our goodly un-dead guts,
our greed for dirty knowledge,
and endless torture to no good end?
Oh, Goody, this all is much-too-much-of-goodly-goodly-goodness for one as just-not-good as not-un-greedy-un-dead-dirty-un-good me.
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