Dennis, you've got to go. <br /> <br />I don't know who you are <br />or where you came from. <br />All I know is that you have to go. <br /> <br />Your name inscribed on my work surface <br />is detracting from the beauty of the wood. <br />I can put up with the knife cuts. <br />Just. <br />And the ancientosity of the wood. <br />Very easily. <br /> <br />But your name has to go. <br />It doesn't fit in here. <br />So I'm sandpapering you away. <br /> <br />Rub...rub...rub...<br /><br />Francesca Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dennis-you-ve-got-to-go/
