Stop me if you've
heard this one before:
Within an hour
of telling Jeff
my plan to propose
to her in four weeks
she calls and tells me
she's not in
love with me
not happy has lost her feelings
and she doesn't feel the
same commitment (anymore).
Where's my rimshot?
C'mon,
I can take a joke.
But that rimshot
better be as loud
as fucking thunder.
poetry by (the)Doug
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