Allegory:

My neighbor created L’il Abner out of vitriol and some bolus of sardonic revenge after WWII, exorcised as Ozark distantiation. Jester tricked to death.

Now, it’s the end of aging; humor is flat out hot. Order in chaos. Be one with it.
I have an eye on suppressing tenets while I’m holding to their path, rescuing no one.