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Sep 2017
me and Julio
a native and a Mexican
walked into this
fancy restaurant
the kind of one
with round tables
and white tablecloths
four spoons and
three forks
noted the maitre d'
and the waitresses then every customer
in there had open-mouthed gasps
wide eyes
we had hit the lottery
that day won two fifty
on a Bingo scratch off
and decided to celebrate with a dinner
on the way home from the
house we were working on
My pants and his shorts
had thin-set caked on them
my shirt had a picture of
Trump getting rear-ended by Putin
his tee an arrow pointing down
and the words
"**** here"
and we sat down
at this pristine
table and the table next to us all decided to
move
Men in suits women
like Trump's wife
'cept more debonair
when I saw this guy
across the room
wouldn't stop staring at us
had a wrinkled nose and
a sour ****
so,
I walked up to his table
bowed
said So glad to make your acquaintance, sir
How much for your wife.
The maitre d
gave us to go plates
and insisted we leave.
How rude!
wordvango
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