Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Mediator

stop it
no.
stop kicking the back of my seat or god help me
i'll pull this fucker over and beat you with a golf club
pfffttt...
from the passenger
so what do you think? should we go on with this?
my only worry is that someone might interpret this the wrong way,
in which case i'll end up back on the bright side.
it shouldn't matter
easy for you to say, you don't have to confront what i do,
you can just dissipate and nobody will ever know the difference.
but you'll know.
yeah i will..
from the backseat
i'm hungry man, lets get some hash browns and jam
no dough
that's always your excuse, yet you find dough for the cake.
piss off man.
hey, what if we pretend it's all a game?
what? when did you get here.
i've been here, i just don't really ever say anything unless necessary.
and you find it necessary now?
uhhhh.. yeah
the man has a point.
yeah, this guy over here (motions with thumb)
he's got a point.
ok, so lets do it, hash browns and jam and we'll play the game
let's just not get carried away, remember who's in charge here.
hey, everybody be cool man, it's a cop.

we all slumped down in our seats

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