To combat … warring. To end, war. Noble callings, more, than worthy of a Peace, Nobel. A bluebird’s question of, “what’s happening,” haunts. And haunts Art too, Al Nobel.
Everyone, is lying. And no one seems to be, combating, warring. But, honor and a Nobel do await, anyone that may be found to be, worthy, of the Honorable, Alfred … Nobel.
MORONS AND ALIENS 