Just waltzed on in-- With fifty pairs of shoes in one hand, And Jesus in the other Not to belabor the fucking point, but Don't you find it a trifle rude To enter my existence without So much as a "Hi, kiss my ass, I live here"?
You express your anger poetically and well. I had a near-proselytizing incident recently, but he walked on when I accepted him in his biblicalness before he could begin with me. Well done, Jon-Jacob.
