Next left,
Then, in a hundred feet, turn sharply right.
You’re so… undeft.
They’re waiting for you, chanting outside.
You see the light?
Come on, you’re making this look stupid-overheavy.
You ever tried
To be on our side of this unpleasant levy?
Be cool.
The guy with axe has children, don’t you dare
To overrule
Whatever he’s inclined to offer over there.
I really mean it:
The sorry wreck you are, you can’t be winning.
Have you got a minute?
Oh yeah. That’s all you got, my man, I’m kidding.