MISNOMER
The last vacation I ever had was yellow fever
in a packet of lies, a vestible where Mother Nature
kept living and wouldn't ever come out. The best
vacation I never had was two weeks alone in the
cave of the Mountain King. The cheapest vacation
I ever had was sitting here, in solitary confinement,
with you. Go figure how that worked. And now,
the enforced rehab that they're putting me through -
they still try to call it 'vacation' but I know the truth -
makes going to the dentist with a mouthful of lies
seem like swatting daisies with a netful of flies.
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