And if I have failed to mention that
your wife is a dangerously deranged mannequin
your children are fleshy mounds of polluted ideals
and all that you are is a child in an expensive suit
it must be only because I am stoned by the sleep gravity
brought on by the sound of your voice.
(I really wanted to say
but instead I picked up my fork
and stuck it into the chicken).
So Mean! (kicks another orphan in the gut)
I love people and my benevolence is Jesus-like.