Neither Reciprocation Nor Restitution Wanes
There is an entity living behind my couch.
Occasionally it will grab a neck hair
freaking out the vacillating stoners.
I went to the local witchdoctor for advice
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
A premium of shrunken heads
quintessentially lined a back shelf.
I excused myself from any logical involvement,
purchased a bag of pixie dust instead.
Spreading this along the baseboard
of my homogenous domicile,
I suddenly became engulfed in paperwork
floating precipitously ad nauseam.