busybody veto powers
he's got busybody veto powers
he's got kilowatt hair salon locks
he's expanded creature-like subgroups of
regalia laden mumbo jumbo creeps
he doesn't know what a savings account is for
can't stand cilantro breath in his residence
he digs fleshy sandstone statues of venus
thinks astronauts sell astro-turf lawns
he's got a pacemaker in each big toe
said he is acclaimed for winning spelling bees
frets over who the beatles' walrus was
plays poker with a jackknife up his sleeve
given all these luncheon jargon hints
can you guess the culprit's dehydrated name?
Zechariah 11:12
And I said unto them,
If ye think good,
give me my price;
and if not, forbear.
So they weighed for my price
thirty pieces of silver.
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