stuck beneath a billowy, smog-encrusted awning
minnie mouse's ranting. with a stricken frown she squeaks,
"k, you moneygrubbing dip! i want out NOW!"

insults and intransigence, typical l.a.
cheesy trashy and cartoony types lay into agent k.
wile e. coyote on the vile reagan freeway,
lightning fast he jerks around a barely working cel phone,

"agent k you dimwit … i don't like you! by the way,
what's this joke i hear you wrote some mickey mouse screenplay?!"

stinky sweat gobs on his head, all-strapped-in-his-power-sled,
k-boy through that purple stillness down las palmas slips away …

taunted by these rogue cartoons that keep on cutting up his brain,
cast aside and dumped on for his independent way …
ooky pooky, hey that's kooky … crazy agent k!







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