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[bodytext] => Welcome to your own hell young man as you casually hold your sweat hearts hand arrival at the shopping mall she wants it all, or nothing at all and you must wait first you are patient and caring but inside, you'll be swearing the mirrored columns start out as friends but repetition, it's a tiresome end meandering between the racks looking at endless rows of slacks one of many, on invisible leads bored tired pets, just here to please your face is your only consolation posing in each and every station and checking out the girl at the till until your busted., a minor spill So, at last you go for something to eat a welcome break for tired feet. Guess who's paying? Debit attack but it's better than walking round the racks pretending to like just to get along she reads you like a nursery song you finish your food, despite her disgust at your table manners, you eat in a rush the bags of clothes between your feet the day is almost complete then you bump into her friends the torture will never end as they chit and chat in miming movement this day is surely due an improvement but at last, endeth inane chat about her and him and this and that the muzak is over you're back in the car you remind her of her promise to wear that sexy bra her mood is altered, you really faltered and she sees you for what you are a mug [comments] => 0 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 56 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry )
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