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Don't Go There

by Jeffrey Parren

I don't go
to your house
and ask
if you have any

of Margaret's cookies
or Eleanor's pies
or Millie's pastries
or Suzie's fudge

so don't
come into this steakhouse
and ask for
Peter Luger sauce

just like
I don't go
to your job
and ask
to have

your hammer
or saw
or computer
or charts
or pens
or staplers
or calculators
or measuring tape

so don't
come into mine
and ask
for my crumber
or anything else I use
to do my job

you twit.

03/11/2009

Posted on 03/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/11/09 at 04:20 PM

...hahahahahaha, twit! hahahahahaha good 'un, jeff.

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