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There’s a psychopath at every job, a guy ready to talk your ear off about socks or a woman who admits she has a fetish for hairy ***** I met them in restaurants, on construction sites, and in bland offices. As time went on, the psychos disappeared. I mentioned this to a coworker. He stared at me cold, the way I once looked at a guy who went on and on about his ****** addiction. -Ron Gavalik
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
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There’s a psychopath at every job, a guy ready to talk your ear off about socks or a woman who admits she has a fetish for hairy ***** I met them in restaurants, on construction sites, and in bland offices. As time went on, the psychos disappeared. I mentioned this to a coworker. He stared at me cold, the way I once looked at a guy who went on and on about his ****** addiction. -Ron Gavalik
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
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