Hey, you, Federale, you talking to me?
You want more trouble
Than you can handle?The picture kind of fuzzy,
But we did see someone’s teeth
Fly across the room,Daisy taking it as a cue
To toss her underwear collection
Out the window.Filing cabinets followed. We attacked
The baby grand with power tools
And flung that as well.The bed was next,
For its years
Of obsequiousness.Sometime before daybreak
We drilled our way into
The neighbors’ place below.Smack dab we fell
into the middle
Of their night.Angels of mercy soon arrived.
These we knew how to
Deal with, too.
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