Petty Karma

 by Emmit Other

I want to believe in beautiful karma

That some giant bony invisible hand

Ticks of points like the Good Place

......er.....or better

Some kind of karmic balance

In this life 

Or the next

But the cosmic toxic muppet muggle

That decided to make me her Work Project

Who whisper lisped her anti moxie dribble jibble

Flippering flappering peppery tribble

Liquid farts in vocal form

Her puking flukes of sentance gorm

Proves to me with wicked breath

Of heavens mist and angel death

That this person who needs a gremlin smack

To the back of gnobbish head

Not demanding meteors or gasoline trucks

Or broken knees on banana peels

Just a torbid curled nasty sandwich with her least favorite ingredient

That she eats half way through as she lords her psuedointellect over her family

Or something of that vein

Anyway it was an interesting day at work