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The Butch Forest

I’ll admit that I’m not

the best at giving dir-

ections.  But I’m most

certainly over-compen-

sated for getting from

here to there.  This,

as the Mini Cooper

slides (emptily)

off the overhang.

What I’m trying to

say (and not in a

good way) is that

I know you and

you know me.

And if all we had

to do every day

was step aside

once or twice

just to get out

of each other’s

way, wouldn’t

you be one

pissed off

witch, too?

So get your

square-toed

boot out of

my Death

Star, you

big black

hole.  And

don’t you

dare go

and “Yes,

sir!” me,
’cuz Mamma 

you know 
I don’t have
a single clue
what I’m even
doing here.  So 
don’t!  Don’t 

you even!