Macrocosm We Dead

Rhyme Wire, Steven. I said it to him, and he let out a virus of giant weevol proportions. He sais thanks for the coyotes, Canada. You should have seen him. A burden? No, more like a sweet September morning filled with poo and shewolves. I believe you, mastodon, I said. And...oddlydoddlydity enogh, I did.