This can’t be life.
We should have pharmaceutical commercials for idiot presidents
Or maybe we can have some fast audio at the end of radio commercials
You know the kind:
You’d always fawned over her idyllic beauty and generosity. You were too young then, but now is your chance! Her, the radiant compilation of your desire; your way out- away from manure, the crowing roosters….
The jingle jangle of her keys could be heard as soon as she entered the building. Clip, clop, clip, clop. She ascended the staircase, and I knew it was time to stop what I was doing, and get my shoes on. There was no penalty if I wasn’t ready by the time she got to the door. She would come in…
We do this dance constantly- you, with your shiny shoes, me in my red dress. The one with the ruffles.
Back and forth, we glide. One two, cha-cha-cha….
Your logic once again at odds with my sentiment, each of us wielding ancient swords made from the…
Like a puppy, it follows you everywhere, craving your attentionBut you- you don’t give it a chanceYou squash that sprout as soon as it pokes its little green chlorophylled head out of the soil and stretches itself in your directionI know: you’re frustrated and tired, but that’s just mean.
