He followed his questions with a smile
of condescension
I expounded
Jabbed and I was grounded
Did you mean to swing my way?
Is this what we've become
some kind of Paul and John?
I don't think I'll be the one
shot on the way back to my apartment.
I slowly come down to confess
I want this less and less
Not much of a gift, I guess
But I would never say a word against you.
copyright 2012 Tom Moore
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