You knew it wasn't yours.
Made for me alone as I waited, passing the time watching my sweet innocent infant son make lovely shapes in the air with his hands, it embodied richest perfection.
Placing yourself slyly between me and those in command as I asked after it you hollowly announce, "I thought it was extra."
There is no such thing as a homeless, unwanted, abandoned Grande Fat Free Latte, lady.
No comments:
Post a Comment
I love comments, don't you?