Saturday, September 3, 2011

ALRIGHT THEN

Alright then.
                    Alright then.

He gives her the finger.

          She grabs it,
                      snaps it cleanly.

His screams echo
            through our heads
       and out the door.

      Now, he whimpers,
                         as if his middle finger

           has just been broken,
 which, of course,
                                   it has.

           She tips back a beer.

and the sun sets.

Soon, tomorrow will arrive.

He hopes she'll be out of beer.






  

2 comments:

  1. heh heh.....I enjoyed the swapped status quo in this one. We women are pains in the arse at times but add alcohol and it worse! I'm actually teetotal......*sigh*

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  2. Thank you, Lena. Some relationships were not meant to be, I think.

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