her insignificance in
the great scheme of things
was only matched by his
inflated presumption of his own greatness
his favorite four letter
words are gold
and golf and fake
while mine are give and find and love.
his preferred three
letter words are oil
and gas and gun
while mine are all and sky and fun.
his only pronoun
is me, and sometimes he
while i lean
towards we and she.
too often monosyllabic
or incoherent,
he has difficulty
chewing his words
and spits them out
in little chunks of
vitriol
and streams of vileness.
it's getting late.
before we get beyond
to where we can't turn
back,
let's go for it.
ready for a duel –
my thesaurus is packed.
--ryki zuckerman
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