Three six nine, the goose drank wine.
The monkey chew tobacco on the street car line.
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat.
Every turd, every festering pile of self serving puke is floating to the surface for all to see.
Comfort is not always a drug. Some have never had it in their lives. For many it's a battle just to survive each day. Comfort is the goal.