The Midlife Crisis Poet
Some people have affairs or buy a motorcycle. I became a poet.
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Spellbound
The worst part was
I slipped him that love potion,
making him mine forever,
but only afterwards did I realize,
to my horror,
that he was excruciatingly boring,
and his nose looked weird from certain angles.
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