Is the battery out? Now throw the phone too for good measure
Is the sim card destroyed? You should fold it in half if you’re cleaver
Is the backpack loaded? Are you kidding?! I’ve had it ready since forever
Is the money ready? I broke the piggybank for my savings so no pressure
It’s cold out here. Don’t worry I’m protected with my sweater
Was the stove switched off? Who gives a damn, I’m not going back there, not ever.
You sure you can’t go back? Are you crazy?! My pants just got wetter
She’ll beat me. I won’t let her
She loved it more than everything put together
I’ll now be a beggar
Better than facing her terror
It’s just a blender though?!
You don’t understand it was Haier. Blends carrots and shallots into paste in half a minute or under
What do you think it’ll do to our hand so soft and tender?
Now grab your bike and let’s head out. How long to the arcade I wonder?
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
Comments (2)
nice one-kid should go to arcade to cool off and let his mom cool off too
always love seeing your name pop up. great poem!