i believe its time to declare the death of coke-a-cola
she looks up from her bob hair
an eye cocked, eyes looking sideways at him
he feels encouraged,
at least she's half interested
he takes a long guzzle from the can and continues
you see my dear, pausing a bit for effect,
march 27th
its all coming march 27th
it is during times like this when she really wonders why she fell in love with him
he's walking around the room, white tank tucked into his pants
strutting, with a bit of coke staining his mustache
she lowers her eyes back at her novel
distracted again
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