Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road? He
Liked Roads.
By Kathleen Cusmano
Like, I don’t even know – tomorrow is like
a few hours away.
She always tells me what he’s like.
What is to like? Nothing.
It’s terrible when that guy you like gets
your name wrong, like a bee’s sting.
This is nothing like what I was hoping for.
I would like to stay inside.
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