I love when you are
Spilling that shit from your face.
It is helping these uneducated clients.
And later tonight,
You can leap into your awful
Cadillac CTS
--An ugly, and poorly engineered
Vehicle--
That I once door dinged.
I loathe your presence
And your advice.
Your wisdom is similar to
A sock puppet
Of misfortune,
Inflated at dawn whose shadow
Blots out the path
Of ants about their daily business.
You impact infants and insects.
You are merely
An Incumbrance
of my life.
Much like that time
I was the only person attacked
By swamp leeches.
You will not rock me
My boat is firmly fixed.
It may seem beached
But like Ahab, it will pursue
The final fugue.
Freedom.
Love,
Johanssen
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