Returning home rather late last night, I found my front door ajar, my apartment ransacked, and some deranged verses scrawled on the wall, helter-skelter-style, in what I first took to be blood but on further examination have determined to be oxblood shoe polish. They read:
He is excessively thin
and he is excessively tall
and his head is excessively heavy
so it hangs to the ground like a ball.
His teeth can reach nothing but dandelions
on which he excessively feeds
as he stumbles through the park all day:
is this where the road of excess leads?
Fortunately no one was hurt, and nothing of much value was stolen or tampered with. The most serious damage is to the walls. I can't decide whether to try to paint over the scrawlings, which would require at least two coats, or to redo the whole place in oxblood.
