Don't trust your neighborhood 'wallet salesman'
Poetry by Florence Susanne
She spoke for 45 minutes about how her boyfriend was a wallet salesman and how it never seemed like he’s sold any but always had money.
She didn’t understand how he comes home with more wallets and more cash.
I joked about how maybe he was mugging people.
She didn’t say much after that.
I never saw her again either.
I guess the moral here, kids, is this.
If your significant other brings home an unsettling number of wallets and always has a suspicious amount of money, he’s probably a thief.
About the Creator
Florence Susanne
I am a 24-year-old of mother of 2 boys.
Author of Love, Lust, and Misery
Author of Poems from a Schizophrenic Mind
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