He seriously has the coolest tie I have ever seen.
and I hate ties. They remind me of orderly conduct
and I was never good at that.
But this guys' tie is so retro. It's a ride my scooter please
and date me forever kind of tie.
I want to touch it and ask him if he got it at H&M or Target.
But when I ask him, I want to it come out like this:
'Will you do me the honor of meeting me every morning
in my bedroom wearing only that tie and holding a box of
cigars? '
It's one of those things I just can't figure out...
I mean, Target is ok and has some pretty sweet deals
on ties and drawstring trash bags...
but H&M is serious stuff.
Last time I walked by there the line was out the door all
the way to Baja Fresh,
where people were actually eating while they waited in line.
But if he got it there
I'm going in
no matter how many days it takes
to reach the cashier
and ask them
'Who bought this tie last? Give me his name and address'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love you phat chicks with tattoos and attitude and no life the salt of the earth you are which is fine in a world of French Fried people A+ for being so Assiduously trying to be human!