Conspiracy TheoriesA Poem by ChristineHe wore a blazer with jeans and loafers (no socks) He ordered the chips and salsa (no apple) He sipped a beer at high noon (he must be a professor) He acts like he's reading a student's paper (He’s tearing it to pieces in his head) He thinks fleetingly about killing
(himself) He sips beer in cafes He f***s his wife and sleeps with the s****y ones after hours © 2014 ChristineReviews
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