He’s Pretty
Who spent all that time and effort updating his
status when he could have been finishing that
treatise on the plight of humanity? Or writing
a poem?
If you give me just one kiss, you’ll never need to
consider that ridiculous thought again.
Love is like that.
All our attention drawn to the
beautiful sheath of flawless skin. None at all
to the revolutionary new (blond) hairdo.
Hearts aflutter.
At half of the month we trot ourselves out to
lunch at 12:30.
Schizophrenia. At 3:00, we
discover how to copy the mail-in ballot and
spend the rest of the afternoon and evening
voting.
Nobody noticed a thing until mid-July
when the body was found (still
writhing); duck sauce
smeared all over the
unexposed areas.
