Queen evil Sara demanded my chair,
and her poor boyfriend seemed like a nice enough guy
and Dave who got weird kept the blinds shuttered tight
as his potting soil sat in its closeted light,
not growing.
and our gay little group
sat there awkwardly
dumb
making suggestions
that would not be panned out
I stood up with a bow
and the dumb monster truck pulled up over the curb
and all I could do was
get in
and say "wow"
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