Honey, have you got the time?
She said.
He slid a pocket watch
Next to her empty glass and said,
Yeah, and the money, too.

I love a good metaphor,
She said.
Hell, I’ll even love a bad one
If it’s a slow night
And he’s buying the drinks.

By | 2016-08-29T03:30:57+00:00 August 29th, 2016|Bad Poems|0 Comments

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