A swaying ball sack on the back of his truck
Ticks like the clock on the wall of his heart.
Talking about himself in an ostensible manner.
Holding back compliments behind his hand.
In a fight with his instinctual motions.
Comic relief for lonely hearts.
You make a nice guy pretend to be bad.
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Published by Luke Meyer
Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
