A young lad sat in class, not giving a damn.
He thought about melons, rumps, and even clams.
His teacher said, "Young one you look bored.
Would you like to get up and solve this problem on the board?"
He felt what was in his pants and said, "I'd rather remain seated, ma'am."
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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Nice , but there should be warning ⚠️ on the suggestive content . Great poem , by the way. We have young folks on here as well.
Hahahaha!!!!!! I bet he would (hehe) like to remain seated. Fun use of words in this one :)