…..I take my job seriously like Jon Bon Jovi, I pray to Kobe that they know me from here to port Kobe, that earthquake couldn’t roll me, but it showed me, even rocks and dirt seek balance, most of mankind is like a child with his allowance, wasteful, hateful and ungrateful, that’s why I watch what Nate do, he be dead wrong but still face you, watch ‘em though, he might try and mace you, his attempts to do so are so graceful; but I was ready to get low as huckleberry, my escape could vary, I chose the one that’s scary, he stood shirtless and hairy, so I struck a match and now his skin is smooth as Mary’s. I know he wish he could kill with a look, but he ain’t Carrie, to lose that gut, he gonna have to stop eating dairy, he’s toothless and broke, only means he hasn’t been praying to the tooth fairy, heard she got married, new obligations has made her weary, husband clipped her wings, now she has to catch a ferry, at port Grimsby, the captain name is Gawinski, he’s small as a pipsqueak, too short to see over the bow, but likes to drink whiskey, how he steers the boat is a utter mystery.