for now please imagine generic fairy tale characters analogous if you will to possessing physical, livingsocial, and three dimensional corporeal form (at least until the end of this poem), and compared to computer generated imagery makes this request rill lee not that impossible, far-fetched, or difficult, and most likely already a done deal, hence nill, null, and void might stop the average Joe, Jack or Jill dead in their poetic iambic feet, but would defeat the purpose i.e, kill and bring to abrupt violent end my (very questionable) "FAKE" purpose plus, disallow me to distill crazy literary whim of mine swill culled via injecting lifelike characteristics into morality tale creations, perhaps first heard as nursery rhymes, drill ling moral, perchance told to your own chill darn in tandem with Cain and Able by the likes of Aesop, Brothers Grimm, or Greco-Roman myths assume Chicken Little, Casandra, and the Boy Who Cried Wolf maybe owned reason sound ding doom and gloom alarm, and ignored at their own peril, when subsequent "FAKE" fume issued turned out to be bigly, yuge fire and fury actual threat didst loom (way before Trump coopted those elicit terms), and truly aye wonder no lawyer got called for said room errs, which revision would make them more apropos for today and tomb morrow, when generations of future boys and girls, yet tubby conceived in the womb hence law suits would result into bajillion dollars costs would zoom.