Upon awakening, I wash my face.
I brush my teeth with Colgate.
I gargle Listerine.
Then I go into closet isolation
where I light incense:
Lord, my brother Dimitri is hurting badly,
but he's no easy candidate for salvation.
A shot of haiku wisdom might do him wonders,
like that advanced in "Ever since my house burned down,
I have a better view of the rising moon."
Sometimes, all a guy needs is a change of scenery.
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