On the calling out of clichés and boldly using a punch-line

A question is going around social media, around the twitter traps

A philosophical question with all its befuddling meaning

That is sure to challenge neuroscientists and psychologists alike

Which will involve market research and possibly even NASA.

Should these experts be unable to adequately describe an answer

God’s bold-speakers might step in and look at it theologically

When answers to any question involves listening to their words

Strong words spoken of in languages of the East and West alike

Whose authority lay in the directions speakers are pointing to.

It is from the consumer world this deep question has arisen

From a person expecting at least ten minutes of worthy fame

The person having written it using their driver’s license name

Ignoring the risk that their twitter account might be hacked.

But now to the question which has got the media world talking

An aside from the usual stuff about what the princess is wearing

The question is a simple one which has got everybody stumped

‘If I had bought something from a store and it was at full price

And then if I find that the item is now selling at 50 percent off

Should I then return the item and demand my money back?

On account of me being only half the person that I used to be’.

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