Tits for Tat
What woman, upon meeting, mentions a woman’s “****.”
**** for tat and all that.
Were we having a conversation?
It took a severe turn; laughed it off.
Did I mention, her’s were laughable.
She was affable but strange.
The conversation was not uplifting.
She was a caretaker, parked in the park.
Benched
‘cause of her “arthritis.”
Strangers, strangely, let you know
what they’re about.
Pouting ‘cause her ****
were smaller bits.
O-Kay…
So I quickly made for my car,
leaving her business card
in her pocket, not mine.
Minding my own business
next time.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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