Smells Like Meh Thwarted

His rise to early morning coffee cup
just as I have said many times before
Doesn’t cross my mind because as he
knows I am worthy of much, much more.
My open door not found as I clamor
further and further from the bore.
It need not matter what or who seeks
my hearth as I’m not there anymore.
The best part of waking up is knowing
my feet alone have touched my floor.
You may come looking and so may he
but none will find nor knock my door.
I take more interest in Gilligan’s Island
than what washes up on your troubled shore.
That silly rabbit, he’s done it again,
the skipper’s tricks lame like before.
If the two of you should ever find me
I’ll smell and run, you reek to your core.


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