Yo, yo, yo, my name is Tom, I'm the bomb, social mom but you're pretty darned, she smells like plums, her name is Karen, every Karen is a Karen, my middle name is Richard, maybe that's why I'm so butchered, either way I'm independent, some people would even call me a sentient, this might as well be the olden days, cause that's when it was the golden age, wanna touch my pickle for a nickel?