Friday, 17 April 2015

NaPoWriMo 17


Dave wants to be my friend.
Ignored.
Jane drives me round the bend.
Ignored.
Frankie is eating pork pie.
I'm bored.
Heidi's not gay but she's bi.
Good Lord...

 I really don't care
about all of you there
but isn't it time
for I, me and mine?

 Ignored.


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