and mumble
under my breath.
really, no turn signal, and your
going left?
or right. make
up your mind and be
done with it,
or
soup again for dinner.
how much
chicken noodle soup
and one man eat
before passing out
of starvation.
i mean no never mind by
doing so, it's just a habit
learned in school
when homework was
handed out or the cute girl
in pigtails in front of me
said,
stop kicking my chair
or i'm going to tell on you.
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