Signs
Dare I speak of it? Dare I tell of the thought that weighs down on me? Should I?
I fear that we are in for some bad news! This thing that went down in France will no doubt be just the tip of what is a sore time for us all.
The signs are that we are in too deep, and that the time will soon be with us all when free speech will be put to a stern test.
I pray I'm wrong in this, I pray I'm wrong.
The First
She thought of him,
And thought of his words.
She thought of his last words.
She thought of his last breath.
She thought of his last grasp.
She thought of his last gasp.
She could not think.
She could not think of him.
She could not think of what she had done.
It would just bring tears.
And guilt.
Oh, how it would bring guilt.
For he was the first one that she had killed.
The OTHER, CREEPIER guy who always tries to get in my pants at work (sequel to The creepy guy at McDonald’s)
Oh my God.
Such grace, as she trays my food.
I wish I could touch her butt when she walks by but I feel like she'd slap me in the face...
Which I get.
Boy, I'd love to just have her sit on my lap-
'Here's your food sir.'
Why thank you babe. Oh, just one thing...
'Yes?'
Could you do me a favor and wear a shirt that fits you more snug around the chest-
Oh crap. She went and got her boss.