We are playing Magic The gathering and watching the Lingerie Super League. They are eating pizza. I ask: “Say one of there tits pop out, or even a side bit of pussy, do MTV blur it out, or is it a full blown meat hanger feast?”
They say they don’t know, but I bet they are lying.
I’m saving money for a tattoo so I couldn’t get pizza. I wait till they are all done and steal a piece from the box. I eat it really quickly because I’m very embarrassed. I don’t want them to see me eat it, so I curl it up real small.
I say who’s turn is it next.
They say they don’t know, but I bet they are lying.
They say they don’t know, but I bet they are lying.
I’m saving money for a tattoo so I couldn’t get pizza. I wait till they are all done and steal a piece from the box. I eat it really quickly because I’m very embarrassed. I don’t want them to see me eat it, so I curl it up real small.
I say who’s turn is it next.
They say they don’t know, but I bet they are lying.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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