Your least favourite things haunt you with affection
Your addictions turn bland
Your
niceness has all the
inspiration of a
greeting card
Your social
adventurousness is a frog with no leg, hiding its wart
It seems you're ninety years old from the neck up
Your ugly hand reaches down to touch your own
moisture and encounters
a snapping monkey with yellow teeth
Check the
cash register for
illuminations
The
light bulbs have been replaced by spiders.