An old acquaintance turned up unannounced. Despite being uninvited, and more so not welcome, they decided to stay. They’ve even gone so far as to continue hanging around regardless of numerous hints and even blunt and to the point statements asking them to go. I can’t wait to see the back of them, so hope this address in a public forum will finally drive the message home!

With thanks to Evan Philip for use of the header image.

Dear Ulf Dloc
Since you came to stay
Things have been terrible
In every single way
Honey runs
But not as the gold of bees
Instead wasps
Anger all rusty
What was once smooth
Is suddenly rough
The once easy path
Now a mountain
To be floundered on
Steep to the point of
Immensely tough
While thoughts weigh heavy
A mire
Without hope of clarity
Where purpose once found refuge
There now sits a hive
Smouldering with inactivity
Dear Ulf Dloc
Your arrival has been
As a curse
Putting everything
In reverse
Please go
Ulf Dloc
And as the say
Where you hail from
Nruter reven!

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