After things do not go well with the drummer,
I accept an invitation to shoot clays with Quail Forever.

After my online match misfires his smooching goals,
I fire a shell with no powder through my shotgun.

After such an exciting flurry of texts in the bumble app,
he fails to check his barrel and simply shoots again.

After an amazing home made strawberry soda,
his tone widens at the point of my obstruction.

After a firm boundary is clearly crossed,
not even a calm word will stop his expansion.