Cooler than the king of cats.

Thou shalt dealeth with it.

When with envy shines nearly all men's eyes,

I ponder not nor bemoan my good fate

Nor boast aloud, unaware of my cries

And looks from men whose hearts burn so irate

Keen I am to those who plot, scheme, and mope,

Hoping that I, like them, will fail, and soon

They desire my art, desire my scope,

Would that I were content with lesser boons

So in their thoughts, I they'd not despise

Haply I press on, grinning like a fool

While their dark moods bring them to smaller size

Their sullen words show they have lost their cool

But I care not, I leave them to their fate

Whatever you do, haters gonna hate



Wear this shirt: While some pixelated sunglasses fall out of the sky and land on your face.



Don't wear this shirt: To the Ren Faire.



This shirt tells the world: "Bite your finger all you want, dweeb. I don't care."



We call this color: Shakesilverean English

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