I speak to pain a lot because that’s what you do when the elephant in the room is squishing you.
Hey buddy, what’s up?
Is that a tusk or are you happy to see me?
I saw a documentary once that mentioned elephants throw the biggest tantrums.
I believe it.
Could you move your trunk just two inches to the left?
Kinda moist, warm moist trunk breath in my face.
Personal space?
Where in the funk did you come from in the first place?
This room isn’t even big enough for both of us.
You should go
What did you say?
You love me
You won’t go away
But you’re stepping on my toes
You’ve sneezed all over my neck
Cant you just give me a break.
A moment to breath
What the heck?
Elephants never forget?
What does that mean?
Are you threatening me?
Is that a mouse?
That’s what I thought.
Grace unto pain
Backs the elephant away.
