The Nebbish's Flash of Insight

Ms. Adams, from the seventh floor,
The blonde with blood-red fingernails,
Who smiles at me and says hello,
And comes to lunch when I do daily,
Parks her car right next to mine,
And passes by my cubicle at least
Once every afternoon, in fact,
Is not in love with me.
I feel like such a fool.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-09-02 at 11:56

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