Monday, May 6, 2013

Poem for May 6, 2013

Cell phone swindlers talk me up.
All they do is screw over the general public for a percentage.
They leave us with a ticking time bomb of hatred and regret.
I am the rube of all rubes,
The king of the chumps.
Giving me another reason to question my life and my choices.
I guess I'll just find a night flight to flee.

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