A Small Deposit From A Smaller Despot

I-guanas prefer the linoleum,their claws snap against the wax.

Thank goodness for the bag boy,

a moment of reprieve. His skinis breathing and damp with paint.

Sliding glass doors. It’s necessary, for sliding glassWill step aside for heat. Oh, god forbid.The i-guanas are docile.

You would be docileif you were a bird-eater.

You are not the audience.Now pop your orange drink.