Ameliorate my position or you WILL
What? Leave? Strangle me? Poop on the front lawn?
Just where do you get off, telling me to back down?
I invented the Dodgson-Depp technique of worm-hole manipulation
I don’t make anyone jump!
I don’t even recommend wrapping in spider thread,
drinking the dissolution serum, or being shot into a vortex
by a supersonic atomically powered ballistic projectile;
you’d have to be crazy, no matter how many sexy
gauze-wrapped bombshells beckon from the bloody maw
of a black hole, for God’s sake. No! Consequences
are consequences. Stupid will get you killed. No stupid. No die.
New ads complete with perfume, lights, mood music
and sub-sonic subliminal messages go into effect at midnight.
What a joke – ameliorate. Me? Ameliorate?