I am fast and blue, competes in the Olympics against an Italian plumber. Or taken in parts, a manicured shrub and a wild pig.

I used to be so black and white. To many I still am. Twas no question of wrong or right, No logical exam. Take digital goods at no cost, modern moralists crow. Has anything been truly lost if others never know? Has someone else been truly hurt if you can't see their loss? This two-way shroud does controvert How bytes should pass across. Ignorance's bliss ignores the deeper breach of trust, Eroding the kind that restores, that corrects the unjust. Opportunities untaken rebuild the forsaken.

When breathing grows hard, I’m breath kept in a bottle.

Spinning tales on wax, commanding the crowd with a rhythm and a mix, this maestro turns silence into a dance floor frenzy.

It’s vocals known when it’s first word is blown. The second: Bank mobile, Or a quick mobile tone. Together: A noble mobile to homes, In breezeway strung, Hung to knock its own.