Tip Jar
I didn’t have tax fraud ending
a friendship on my bingo card.
Could you just call I-75 instead?
That would complete my line
and I could follow it to your house,
or god forbid you follow it to mine.
I’ve got rosemary growing in the back
to make the gin go down smooth.
I know you’ve already got one going.
Then you could tell me how you got caught
and I can tell you how not to get caught
y’know, in the future.
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I love this, it feels familiar to me. Reminds me of a friend I had in the past. Well done!
That last stanza is perfection. Nice one, Austin.
That last stanza is intriguing. Leaves the reader with a few questions to answer — not a bad thing. Good job, Austin