Weasels gnaw at my feet, looking for scraps of flesh
They have been there for years now

How did they get there? What did I do to deserve this? I ask myself these questions while on the phone with the very large, unfriendly telephone company

They have slammed me. I am venting noxious vapors
Into the upper atmosphere, into an escape from this
Lime Green set of Rules we all live by.

Live and die by
Fashion sense...