MY POETIC PLAGIARISM

A friend of a friend of a friend,recommended my friend to tell me to check out a certain intellect.So i tuned in. I usually tend to check out the background noise.I mean im listening

but im curious what's on display.I see he likes sports.I notice a framed picture of his neighbors children.But i'm .more interested in what he's reading.I notice his book collection.I tend to focus on the order of books.I recognize a few authors,each book placed

last to most recent by author.As i'm studying the shelves, a ssh sound keeps going through my heaphones.I adjust the audio,and it seems to go away.I notice his glass ,next to a certain beverage that i won't mention.Let's just say it say's zero on it.So i'm assuming it's empty.

I see a gap in the shelf ,there's a couple of books missing.

I await for him to quench his all knowing thirst.That is if he likes the taste,not the appeal.

I was wrong'he's thirsty,and i'm glad because now i can get a look at what books are missing.Maybe that might give me the jist of his spiel,if i decide to listen to this at a later date.

hmm,not intersting,but wait there's more.What's that behind the gap in the shelf.

A drop of box?

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