You’re like the literature I never understand. A book that takes thousands of years for me to finish read but still unable to grasp anything. If so you are to be put in a collection of poems, I shall not be entertained by your metaphor and rhyme. If so you are a children’s fable with drawings and such, your characters are inanimate with dead personifications. If so you are a song, you are played monotonously and I shall yawn of boredom.

Exhausted I am about to relate your figurative words with history and the map of the world, I bear no burden as I refuse to bear such person.