Thursday, March 08, 2007

8-word poems: THE DOESN'T IT MAKE YOU SICK WHEN YOU FIND OUT TWO PEOPLE YOU WORK(ED) WITH ARE FUCKING? STORY (A Diptych)

His:
Bloated
And still redolent
Of alcohol fumes.

Hers:
Unwilling, yet
Yielding
To his doughy charms.

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3 Comments:

Blogger MsAPhillips said...

There are
so few perqs
of tenure left...

8:58 AM  
Anonymous Pearl said...

Depends. Is there clear
footage from security cameras?

9:35 AM  
Blogger steakbellie said...

jealous much?

4:12 PM  

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