who in the fuck are these rambunctious people?
why must they bellow such burdensome breath?
like dragons
disrupting this deepest of sopor
within my darkened den of ursine affect
if only i had a long rope
or a short sword
how rightly i’d smite them
and preclude my plight
alas, it is i
still supine in my stupor
who falls to the onset
of time’s tempered light
they brand me a “grump”
whilst they hump on my leg…
such dregs bears repeat
of this dog-gonnest shame
ye fucks, if i’m sleeping
ye art bound to get slapped
should ye wake me
and work me
for corporate gain
go pander thy poison
of pilfer and pomp
away from my station
and dare ne’er return
my patience runs fibrous
no cheek shall be turned
it’s best to fast learn this
lest ye wound up stomped
[image credit: Louis Wain]
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