Mar 30, 2009

A Conversation, Part 662.7


Paul: not sure why you hate me so much
don't recall doing anything wrong, really
yet you still hate

me:
I hate not the bat in the sky
nor the snat at the power stations
Paul: snate man yellin at me
me: I hate not the lillians in the valley
nor the milesmen in their paradise
Paul: sure could use some narbins
to help freshen up
me: nor the Tedds in their habitual reign
or the MAYES standing triumphantly on high
Paul: MAYES
me: nor the wandymen, clad in their effusive attire
or the Katiebirds watching over the house, forsaken
Paul: wandy badman
me: I do not hate, I simply love
like all Jarves do.

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