tulips, two lips, three lips, the pits

The choice that some people make, to turn left or right, when moving about their day, it doesn't irridate in the same way that a discarded red lollipop is chewed upon by a pubescent albino squirrel.

The choice that some squirrels make, to go up or down, when moving about their day, it doesn't scintillate in the same way an imminent supernova shines when discovered in the Barbie lunch box in the hand of Lucy's little sister.