Wayne, do you?

Wayne, are you part of a poetry conglomerate? Are you filled with lofty ambitions to become 17th to 19th in line for the presidency of the United States of America? Are you that kind of characta? Wayne, are you still convinced that your blood is blue before it spews and turns red when it bursts out of your head? Wayne, are you dead? Wayne, do you still buy your inkjet replacement cartridges from that same website*? Are you scared of a snake bite? Are you felty along certain areas of your back? Wayne, would you prefer a light snack? Are you a backer of Barack? Are you high on that smack? Are you the tick to my tack? Wayne, do you listen to crickets? Do you listen at all, can you cushion my fall? WAYNE! *http://ptsacco-ichoices.stores.yahoo.net/rbc2.html