What's Up
He says—hi, what’s up
Just waiting to blow up.
He says— meet at lunch?
No sir, thanks a bunch!
He says— how about a movie?
You go on, just let me be.
He says —a cup of hot coffee?
Not even if you pay for me.
He says— let’s go for a walk?
If you promise not to talk.
What, he asks is the problem with thee?
I guess, all this living is just getting to me.
Written on 5/16/2016
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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