Warning
I walked in the room
Thinking that I’ve read the atmosphere
He glares at me with an interesting look
Then he turn back to his tv
I took that as a good sign
I wish I wouldn’t have
I could have avoided this soreness sensation
I proceed to lean on him with a smile.
Then he gives me an annoyed look
Why couldn’t I read the signs
No, why did I misread the signs
He’s watching his favorite talk show and eating pizza after a long day at work
Ladies and gentlemen,
Don’t make the same mistake unless
You want to make sitting uncomfortable
Dad’s famous words: I will beat you till your white meat!
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