Let’s Play Pool by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

Let’s play pool, will you teach me? Nope! Learn on your own while I watch you drool. Let’s play… No! Do it on your own. Find your own car, find your own mind, surely if you can because I am busy doing sign and sound… oh, look at that mound! You can clean that too, on my sound. No! I don’t have time for you. No time dare I respond. I would rather throw you in that pond, I would rather know you not, but I was paid and bought so that I can go to heaven because of my sought. So look out, let me pretend. But only I have to for so long. How funny you are when you sing that song oh pool girl. You look like waste and I am too important to act in haste in thinking and believing that you are human. So don’t bother me with your act because I have my own. Yes my oats have been sewn! But somehow they have become undone and now I don’t have time for pool. Don’t even respond. I tried to be nice! See me? That’s your proof of my godliness. My lines are all straight and yours are blurred, as I talk with my slur. Ok sir, let me remember to only speak when spoken to. By Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art