Ain’t no cloud.
He got you all
GARGANTUAN
and you’re gonna
make a deal out of it.
The storm done passed
ALREADY. Weren’t you
all dressed? You even
had a vest for SOUP,
minding your p’s and q’s
(it was ALPHAbet soup,
you try to convince yourself).
Ingenious how you shook
tinfoil into those cufflinks.
Smart as a whip. Nothin’
a cool dip won’t cure, even
after a sloppy SIR MAN like that.
