Where you come from they breathe iron. They don't take kindly, they just kind of Marinate on their stoops, in a stupor. Frankly, I admire the freedom with which They speak of everything but the obvious: It reminds me like so much else of home.
It makes sense to talk about selling out. If there are other options, speak up now -- Five hundred and thirty seven people Are not too many to keep on message, Apparently. I have a message, too.
Some reporter somewhere will find it, So simple and free of breakable parts.