He came from a far and unknown land,
Places and people he struggled to stand,
Irritation and exclusion from the sleep-deprivation feeding band,
While carrying rhymes in which his ego always would try to creatively use to implicitly reprimand..,
As he was then,
Placed in a new location,
He encountered a similar interaction of similar sounding forces of suppressed spiritually inseparable irritation..
Stranger #1: OOOOOOOOOOOO..
Protagonist: Okay then..?
Stranger #2: What are you doing..?
Protagonist: You know this individual..?
Stranger #2 walks off..
And then, the protagonist asks a possibly predicted (by the reader of this here draft..) question to himself..
Self-Question of Protagonist: “In the name of “I don’t give a fuck”, where oh where.. is the cauldron of ethical balancing chemicals!!?”
Stranger #1: He’s a witch!!
Random man: Wait what!?
Stranger: Hey!!!!!!!!
Protagonist: Just mind your own internal business please, THANK YOU!!
Zach Dana Writing 