A Really Good Doctor Poem

He emptied the vacuum cleaner and felt really good about himself.

He sat in the corner of a schoolhouse (not a school, you jackass).

He could see infrared bumble bees and their respective pollen.

Don’t Google him at all; I’ve been here a long time; don’t do it.

There are certain reputable sources that do a better job with this sort of thing.

It takes a long time to know that, and it has to be one dude knowing it, right?

You learn to end things you believe with questions you don’t believe in.

You’ll get here some day, and you’ll write in to Facebook

and demand they remove the swear words.

A castrato picks a coin off a street near a wood glue factory,

nearly abandoned.