You own a Porsche, you fear being rammed by a blueline.
You talk of Dante and Coelho, you still poke your finger in your nose.
You organise business conferences, you still beg your partner to bed.
Pizzas and sushi for all meals, you still eject the same excreta as the one who eats onion and bread.
You might live in a penthouse overviewing the Manhattan/Mumbai skyline, your eventual abode will be a 4' X 7' slot three feet beneath the earth.
Why act high then?
C H I M P is the way!
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