This guy Rachmaninoff

He sat in the chair
gathering a lot of thoughts from the night before
as his eye sockets cried in front of him
ashamed.

His sleek black tux was kinda bummed
that he was telling her no
what a dummy, he thought
still bummed.

Sexier stopped listening
and heaven circled about
trying to figure out why she hadn’t been touched

A few martinis said something
but then he stumbled into the cake
touch gritted his jaw
as the gathering woman slathered kneecaps on his calves

he relaxed.

 

 

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