MY REAL-LIFE ADVISOR
Your drum is filled with peat, and your dog
can't keep a beat; your window is a cinderblock
and - listen anyway fellow - I don't even like
talking to you. Take your marmalade back to
Trader Joe's, and just leave your meanings behind.
Think about mingling with a higher crowd. Like
archangels, or spirits that won't bother me.
The last time I went out with your sister, a big time
for her was returning a library book and staying for
snacks. I can't deal with that. I need action and facts.