An Incident in the Morning. A prose poem

Woke to find my wonderful and deceased kitchen fitter, Mr Bucky Ditton, trying to steal my chrome bluchers. Later.
over a violent breakfast, he asked if he could visit me at my fancy office in the city. After.
scrawling an indelicate response across the living room wall he promptly broke down in tears!

Boo hoo you prick.

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