When I drove a taxi, I had to call my customers maam and sir.
They couldn't bear to ride with me because of my smelly fur.
The customers always lost their lunches because of my foul stench.
When my boss got the cleaning bills, he tried to have me lynched.
I got fired because of the cost of having the taxi cleaned.
I peed in the gas tank to get revenge because I'm a fiend.
I have some advice to give to you and it's free.
Unless you're looking for trouble, don't mess with me.

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)