ONE POEM – Larry Jones

Posted: August 21, 2011 in Fiction, Poetry
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wrong again

 

as soon as she walks

through the door,

she starts with all the questions.

 

why is this bag of frozen french fries

in the sink?

 

because i thought

you wanted them to defrost.

 

meat yes,

french fries no,

how long have they been

in the sink?

 

about three hours.

 

great, now i’ll probably have to

throw them away,

why did you buy this brand?

 

because i thought

you liked this brand.

 

you know i never buy this brand

can’t you get anything right?

 

she stomps off to her room.

i stomp off to my room.

 

sometimes i wish i was

the amazing fucking kreskin.

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Comments
  1. abichica says:

    lol..:-D.. sounds like she is secretly mad at you for something, its not really about the frozen fries at all..find out whats really bugging her and you will stop being wrong, atleast for a few hours anyway.. šŸ˜€

    • Larry Jones says:

      Thanks for your comment abichica, I know she loves me, if we didn’t have problems
      I wouldn’t have much to write about.

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