Rubber Check

You make me so mad that I want to wring your neck. You think that I'm stupid enough to take your check. Your checks bounce so much that they should be made out of rubber. I won't take your check, I don't care how much you blubber. Stop that damn crying, stop acting like a five year old kid! I won't accept your stinking check but sadly, I once did. I took your four hundred dollar check and it bounced. I was so angry that when I saw you again, I pounced. Your lousy check bounced so I decided to make you bounce too. You regretted giving me that rubber check when I was through. But here you are again and you think that I'll take your rubber check. When I get done, a doctor will have to put a brace around your neck. (This is a fictional poem)