I knew the right times to say
"Right", or
"Okay", or
"Hmm",
While looking away
Pensively
Every now and then.
All I could think about was that she still had some mustard
On her chin,
My underwear was
Scrunching up,
And the only difference between
Killing a man
And wasting his time
Is just a matter of
Degrees.
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2 comments:
Jake....as always this is brilliant. I love the simplicity...how it seems to have no relation but in reality it does.....
Killing a man
And wasting his time
Is just a matter of
Degrees.
DUDE...YES!
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