the bad news we

The compact
I fear
is forged. But
we endorse and honor
it anyway.
You and I I fear
are undesirable types.
When you see us,
we spell trouble
correctly. We're not
the sort

you want to
be mixing with, hey?

Not if
you know
what's good
for - ah, I don't know.
Whatever you're looking
for things to be good for? That's
your problem. And if you mess
with us, baby, so are we!
Because you and me,
we go around mixing it up,
giving tossers tosses, we say "boo"
to a goose without batting an eye,
like it ain't no thing - one time
you said "bee" to geese. I just
got that. We don't mess around,
if that's what you're getting at.
We fuck
around, at,
with, up, through
and over, and anybody
who comes messing with us
gets one of these. Picture
a menacing hand gesture, just
for starters!
We spell trouble,
and not with a k. We're
in this together, and it's bound
to turn out horribly for some fool's
day

if they
get all trifling, that is.
Geeking and clowning on petty details
while we're on the romp! Trying to step
around all large, laughing at nonexistent
in-jokes, quoting what each other just said,
back to each other in arch, plummy tones.
Calling that shit

repartee

No way,
baby. One look at us
or between us

is fair warning. The bad news we
bring

is only
ourselves.

And you are welcome to it,
since you appear to express
an interest! I suspect
you'd prefer a humorous
meme about it?
Sorry.
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pretty
awful
well.