The puddle

I saw a puddle. My good friend Mr. Puddle. How long it’s been. Who have you been talking to? My, you’ve lost weight. Have you seen any good movies?

The puddle never said hello back. He saw my face. This horrible attempt of a face.

I remember caring about my appearance. Good times. How about you, Mr. Puddle? Remember when you were clean?

See you later, Mr. Puddle. I know I’ll see you again. Or at least your friends.

You prejudiced bitch.


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