Dismusbedeplace
Dismusbedeplace he said,
and I turned has if to stare.
Dismusbedeplace he said,
and I didn't know just where.
Dismusbedeplace he said,
and I handed him my fare.
He slammed the door,
foot to the floor,
and left me standing there...
Damn foreign cab driver.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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