……Halo joe, always in the way, trying to save the day, and he’s always gay and always praising the lord all day, he stays on a different cord, he refuses to go ignored, never has the appearance of being bored. I would like to have known when he came on shore, cause since he’s been here I can’t complete a damn task without him setting the scene on blast, once he swim across the room like Michael Phelps trying to help tighten up my damn belt, I yelled out stop, I can fix my own clothes; he replies Jesus knows. I heard something go ka-ting, it was my key hitting the damn floor, here comes joe sliding on all fours just to hand it to me at the door, like it was his designated chore. He does way more, then what we hired him for. I can’t escape his annoyance, because he lives across from my front door.
…..it’s twelve o’clock midnight, and halo joe is still sitting out, he makes me want to shout, go in the damn house. So I can down a few beers without hearing his damn mouth. But before I could think another thought, a big booty girl came out, and joe whispers to himself, god is good, they both walked to the front of Joe’s house, he stopped and looked about, I yelled out yes, god is good; god is great and she better be sleeping on your damn couch!