"Poetry"

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again."

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again."

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again."

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again."

"Pierce? Will you stop that? I'm trying to listen to Bach."

"Stop? Stop what?"

"The pacing around the tent. And what's that you keep saying? Some kind of poem?"

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again?"

"Yes, that. Please, stop it. If I want to hear poetry I'll go some place else. Not that I'd find anything in this dump."

"So you're lucky to have me."

"What? How?"

"If I wasn't here reciting my little poem you wouldn't be hearing any poetry. Good or bad. I wrote this one myself, by the way."

"I never would've guessed."

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again."

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again."

"Pierce?"

"What now?"

"Go hassle BJ"

"I wish I could but he doesn't want me. I didn't hold my breath or count to 10 and now he doesn't want me anymore."

"What? Are you ok, Pierce?"

"Hold your breath, count to 10, turn around, do it again."