In the morning I wake
And pick up my phone
And the messages I read
Make me exhale a groan
My good friend Darcy is stirring a pot
Preparing a meal of clout and drama
The main course is the role that I got
And I'm gonna make Darcy go cry to her mama
I didn't deserve this
I'm not guilty of any crime
Darcy is just full of it
And now She'll do her time
So with a handful of cash
And a convenience store encounter
With a declaration attached
The eggs will fly over
And as the yolk covers walls
And encompasses all
Darcy will remember
And begin to bawl
But I didn't deserve this
I'm not guilty of this crime
Darcy caused this
And now she'll do her time
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories and Other Creative Waste
RandomAh the wonders of 2018. It's been a long time since anything was written here. If you want something fresh (and probably higher quality) look for my newer stuff. A metaphorical sewage dump
