In the interest
of a quiet and simple life
I try to hew to a proscribed nomenclature
father, cleaner, workerbee
I can't help that I'm a
God damned force of nature
I can't help blowing weather
on every front
I can't help scaring
every bellwether
making them punt
sorry about the damage
the roofs blown off
I had a touch of genius
and I had to cough
what
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