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Arbitrary Law - What Is Your Name?

 'I'm so tired, dude!'

The llama is laying upside down in the hammock in the living-room all four legs pointing to the ceiling.

 'Come on, animal', I say. 'It is Monday. The week has just begun. Your community needs you and your input to society. Do you want my good advice? Don't ask what society can do for you. Ask what you can do for society.'

 'It is Monday, dude. That is the problem. And I do not believe in societys. Llamas are lone wolves roaming the wild bringing justice to all the other mavericks. Like East Clintwood in the best of his times.'

 'East Clintwood?' I ask. 'Is he a friend of Mae West?'

 The llama answers, 'Maybe he is. Who knows? But one of his best compadres is Harlton Cheston, one of the nicest guys I have every heard and read about, a real role model in tolerance and un-armed pacifism.'

 'I think, you are confusing some things here, animal', I say and start singing…

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah

And if young Nigel says he's happy

He must be happy

 

And the fortune cookie says,

You only get ahead

if you can forgive yourself.

Today is Monday, the 31^st of August 2020.