I pulled the Meridian aside.
I interrupted, saying, "Listen, we don't need you that wide."
In fact, the truth is that I really felt intimidated
by my lack of direction- followers dealt me incrimination.
He was a good sport, that line.
He shoved my criticism into his left front pocket that night.
No black and blue eyesockets or swollen lip.
Sort of funny, even, how no fists were thrown.
So much for that punchline.
Then I bent the Eifel Tower's ear,
whispering new tactics to catch the planes that flew too near.
Gave him a baseball mitt the size of Vatican City.
How the pilots reacted, though - their worRAB far from pretty.
I, meanwhile, snuck inside
to lay in shade with lemonade and read the rest of Ham on Rye.
The police were called to the chaotic scene.
Turned out they were laureates for angsty teens and
Stared at me, then each other, shrugging.
I finally rode the escalator to heaven,
skipped over the trap door to God hovering over a skeleton,
glueing ears to the sides of the skull, forcing eyes in the dents.
I said, "You might create it, but you still don't make sense."
He just about had it.
He whirled around and lamed me helically through His planet
into His brother's forge, one hell of a debt pit.
where I was blind, deaf, and tasteless but had an endless laughing fit.
Sense of humor... now I get it.
I interrupted, saying, "Listen, we don't need you that wide."
In fact, the truth is that I really felt intimidated
by my lack of direction- followers dealt me incrimination.
He was a good sport, that line.
He shoved my criticism into his left front pocket that night.
No black and blue eyesockets or swollen lip.
Sort of funny, even, how no fists were thrown.
So much for that punchline.
Then I bent the Eifel Tower's ear,
whispering new tactics to catch the planes that flew too near.
Gave him a baseball mitt the size of Vatican City.
How the pilots reacted, though - their worRAB far from pretty.
I, meanwhile, snuck inside
to lay in shade with lemonade and read the rest of Ham on Rye.
The police were called to the chaotic scene.
Turned out they were laureates for angsty teens and
Stared at me, then each other, shrugging.
I finally rode the escalator to heaven,
skipped over the trap door to God hovering over a skeleton,
glueing ears to the sides of the skull, forcing eyes in the dents.
I said, "You might create it, but you still don't make sense."
He just about had it.
He whirled around and lamed me helically through His planet
into His brother's forge, one hell of a debt pit.
where I was blind, deaf, and tasteless but had an endless laughing fit.
Sense of humor... now I get it.