then insist on your expletives. Draw a detailed map
to the monkey house. Don't blame them for being bored.
In this club, the only fan is the one the shit's gonna hit.

You'll never worry about Black and Decker vacuums again.
Nor putting your tongue in any live sockets.
Have them bury you not just in a Pontiac , but a matching garage.

With a full set of tools. A spare freezer. An electric door opener
that will never short out. Bedded round in nasturtiums. Some trees:
I don't doubt they call them mountain ash for a reason.

Leave the motion light on if you're scared of burglars and worms.