The Talkers

Poem By Jim Mortiory

The Talkers
Remind me everyday
How they are smarter, sweeter, and better in bed than me.
But can they laugh
and throw up
At the same time?
They are too good for their own vomit.
And that’s not funny.

Comments about The Talkers

No Jim, that's not funny. Different than the other poems, i read today. Take care.

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