[Patches]

Dear Spirit

I don't really know how to tell you this, but Our socks don't match. I think I realized it That night you picked your nose, At the mental hospital and I saw you Carve your initials into The Catholic Priest.
I'm sure you're Frostbitten enough to understand That your smell makes me vomit.
I'm returning The couch cushions to you, but I'll keep Your left ear as a memory.
You should also know that I Get sick when I think of your feet and You ruined my attempts at another world war.

Best of luck on the sex change,
Patches

I guess if we are both gonna have a sex change...