Knock Knock

My front door is perfectly hinged. The quality of it's installment is not designed to keep you out. Rather each bolt is expertly placed to keep me in. No explanation is given for noises emitted by our abode. Curiosity is not your friend. I don't order food, so face your visor and company logo in a neutral direction. Gruesome as it may sound, incidents of mistaken address share a column line with the missing person's report. Choose poorly and the American public will blindly root for your remains. Turn caution into an art. Double check your ignorant soul from out of my grasp. Only mail carriers have my tenuous blessing. After this lightly protected class is a blacklist that stretches wide and deep like an ocean. Away with neighborhood watches, proselytizes, and, election staff ditto-heads. I am the lunatic that makes housing affordable. Every kill zone is pennies on the dollar. This rage can not be disguised any longer. It is of little importance how it got into me. A twisted expression can not rebound in time to mirror surrounding pleasantness. You see, I implicate none so as to have license to waste all. For much coveted chicken wire, I traded away reason. And for a box of latex gloves, I happily swapped out rhyme.