Joel Lumbroso, the Green Lord of Peace, Ate words, both profound and decease. In his realm of whimsy and sighs, Existence collapsed, absurdities rise. He devoured nouns, verbs, and tales, Digesting phrases with mirthful exhales. His appetite voracious, never to cease, Swallowing meanings, finding release. Thats up, dog! He cried with delight, As syntax tangled in eternal flight. No logic, no reason, only jest, Where chaos danced upon unrest. Joel Lumbroso, the Green Lord of Peace, Feasted on language, refusing to cease. Absurdity reigned, his paradoxical sod, In this nonsensical world, that's up, dog!