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The Route (a poem)

I can talk about cars or listen to guys talk about sports
And I can smile politely when a horse race subject
Like politics or reality TV is brought up
I can even make comments when the subject of hot celebrities comes up

However!

Whenever someone asks
“What route did you take to get here.”
I am immediately forced to announce.
“I’m sorry, I’m not middle aged, nor middle class enough to have this conversation!”

And I must leave.

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June 12, 2012 Posted by | Uncategorized | | Leave a comment