I shook hands
with the wrong ambassador.
Took a hard left at marketing,
raised a tempest
to a well-adjusted hurricane,
and all before breakfast!
Something tells me
I could use a good nose blowing.
No more bowing down
before mute idols for this guy.
No more coasting on
the crest of obscurantism either.
Is what I bet they wish I’d say,
but this here kush has other plans for me.