In a world untouched by logic, the fishes still argue politics.
Upon every unswept stair of destiny lies the scattered dreams of utopian ketchup.
"The world is but a stage," declared the blindfolded juggler,
"and I have misplaced the roadmap to my aspirations."
Once upon a time, in the belly of an unwritten tale,
A barcode spoke profound mysteries but only spoke in monotones.
Decode me, yearning sage, if you dare to discover
the unspoken secret of the plastic past.