He is who is retarded.
Who could ever forget, he was quite the 'ol fart.
He was 52, and single.
Couldn't even mingle.
Had a lil' fight everyday.
Let's say, he was a fool who never knew a way to live.
Every morning, the same schedule.
Feeding the baby cat, then, killing it.
Then, he would be mad and throw a fit.
No one knew why it was like that.
He bought everyday a new cat, that was fat.
He was a Fool who never knew a way to live.
He decided to change his life style.
Wait, what style? .. Anyways :
He went to the forest, and brought it loaded.
Then, he went around, tree to tree, and spit on them as if they were his cats.
He sat down, took off his hat.
And, starred down at a loaded gun.
And, he said his last words --- "Isn't that much fun.".
*Bang*
It was random. Like a story.