He is, of course, the end all be all. 
        No recourse, maybe, but no riposte nor
        regret. The chosen absurdity. Slick in 
        a zoot suit absolutely. Why? Because
        cool is no fear, and he is the cucumber.
        It is his zen, babe.
          You cannot ask the dalmation why he
        is the firedog, anymore than question
        an anteater. And certainly not an eel.
        You can read the story of the tortoise 
        over a fine brandy, babe.
          There is no need for, because there 
        is no without. There is no destiny, no
        getting over. DO not shed a tear for him
        , manny, he will only wink. History is 
        written glorious zeal of the uncanny 
        onlooker. This record will not repeat.
        His journal reads dynamic, babe.
          We are as he is, and so it is. Faith 
        is no silly riddle. Instead a gift, ha, 
        a gift in ribbon. Simple as it is shiny
        reflecting to you the PLATYPUS. Pat him
        on the shoulder, and take him out on the 
        town. Now ride off into the sunset. 
        You already know who I'm talking about, 
        babe.