There once was a nearsighted prostitute
Who sought her house of ill-repute
But she walked into a warehouse
Instead of the whorehouse
Her forklift was beyond dispute
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
Comments (6)
HA! Love it.
This is hilarious
Um...what? Too funny Gerard. hahahaha
It’s 3:30am where i am and i laughed at this too hard 😅
Hahahahahahahahah omgggg I laughed so much for this!
Funny. Perhaps you could do one where she accidentally walks into an opticians? Although that wouldn't be funny really. Forget I said anything.