And THEN she goes


Why don’t yall pop yo pusseh atta Brass Fail, ha ha ha ha!

She laughed until snotgreen was her face and O terrible her witch’s nose!

You look like an avacado on toothpicks

L’espirit de l’escalier whispers to me at Fresh Co

And I move my cart forward, accidentally hitting the loathsome

Guy with WHOLE SOUL written on him,
who is macking on the cashier

I’m sorry, I said.

I’m sorry I don’t live in the movie Saw

What good times I’d have with you and your tacky ink

The cashier said OMG my dog eats a pack of those a day

When I handed her his hand and lips:

I knelt before her and prayed

Such goodness means the evil is, anxiously, at bay.

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