Her bemused smirk told him he was being made fun of
It didn’t help though, since if he asked about its meaning she would belittle him even more
Now if she made up the whole thing, well if he let that go she would hold that against him for years
That’s why he studied her. Was hent even a word? He hoped she would give him even the slightest…
The sour taste in his mouth made him spit
All he had to rinse it out was more bitterness
Reaching for a lemon sounded sweeter than what he was experiencing
That’s why it even surprised him when he told his wife, “This is delicious, dear”.
An army to the east and another to the west
That made his position in the middle very problematic
The command had told him to flee and save as many of his troops as he could
And that was tempting, but this was the small town his wife had grown up in
Couldn’t leave her family and friends to become at most a footnote in history
Knowing it was futile, he gave the order to charge. Maybe it would give them enough time to escape.
Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over
Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t
As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were
Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky
He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”
But what do you mean it won’t compile?
You told me to put that bracket there!
This makes no sense. Why don’t you do what I told you to?
Except you are doing so and that’s why it doesn’t work?
Sometimes programming really …
Everything was about him, and that was the long and short of it
God knew why she couldn’t get that through her diminutive pitiful mind
Of course it might have been because he never told her, but that was her problem
Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here
Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place
Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house
So that’s when it got really weird. Her house had feet. Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me
Everything happened so quickly. She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!
Lacking his dialog cue, he marched in a circle
As he muttered incomprehensibly to himself
So it was surprising when he stopped and told everyone to shush
The silence stretched on forever.
So long that when he said his line the audience and cast gave him an ovation.
All of Jessie’s life could be seen in the lines engraved into his face
They told of the many laughs and smiles, the tears and anger, written throughout the years
Looking in the mirror, he reminisced a life lived hard
As he traced those wrinkles, he wondered about the upcoming Botox injection and smoothing it all over
Soul searching if he really wanted to lose that history… Jessie left with his map intact
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Unless you challenge what we are selling
Let’s just say you’ve got to drink the Kool Aid
Then do what you are told. We know better. Or else.
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