Allergic to Poverty

I performed a mental search in hopes of some inkling of discernment. Why was I destined to return to the employ of such a curmudgeon surrounded by and outnumbered by so many anencephalus creatures. Now aged and developing misanthropy. It forced resipiscence upon my soul. I needed a much high mentor to navigate this manumit.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks!

The reason for this refreshing lesson in bondage was a priceless reminder in the value of hard work. I now remember my true source of provision. I'm theodidact by nature. Taught and directed from on high. In my temporary state of schemozzle, I learned a valuable lesson.

I'm allergic to being broke.