Sunday, April 24, 2005

Herring Oil

Whenever you leave the house
I think about dipping some of your things
In herring oil
So you would come home
And the cats would be licking your dad's old lamp
Or maybe that Zuni fetish bear necklace I gave you
And the house would stink of fish
Then you would know how much I hate when you leave
And you would have learned your lesson
And do what I tell you from now on

You have a doctorate in dignity! Dr. D! Ph.D.D!

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