I swear to fucking Jesus Christ in heaven,
if your voice was not a carbon copy
of a character from the Peanuts Christmas special
I would punch you dead in the face
and split your crooked front teeth
with my fist
like an eager shopper
running through
the hanging plastic slats
behind the doors of a meat market.
I would tell you of the resemblance, but I know you'd be disappointed
in a reference to a thing you would consider somehow cerebral,
and mostly I don't tell you because I would be disappointed
in your whiff on a comparison so blindingly uncanny
and the hurling of further quantities of cement
on your already fortified stupidity.
