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
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