A LITTLE INCIDENT


I spilled salt on your feet,
Right on top of your shoes
With Stanley Kubrick’s autograph.
“I’ll fix it. Don’t worry”
You screamed a bit, but I wasn’t listening.
I had to clean my mess.
No more salt.
And no more ink.

You were quite a psychopath, to be honest.
There was no need.
I couldn’t clean the new blood stains on your shoes,
But I get it now.
For real, I get it.
I am visiting Kubrick.
He’s pretty active here.
I will get you another autograph.

Duty is duty.

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I spilled salt on your feet, Right on top of your shoes With Stanley Kubrick’s autograph. “I’ll fix it. Don’t worry” You screamed a bit, but I wasn’t listening. I had to clean my mess. No more salt. And no more ink. You were quite a psychopath, to be honest. There was no need. I couldn’t clean the new blood stains on your shoes, But I get it now. For real, I get it. I am visiting Kubrick. He’s pretty active here. I will get you another autograph. Duty is duty.