Sophomore Poem 4 - Hypothetical Passeby Sarcasm

"Bless you" said the Passerby

as I sneezed

"thanks" I said " I'm allergice to Republicans"

He replied with a nervous chuckle

and the sun shone down

 

In the distance the train blew its whistle

and presently the parking lot is full of acuras

and SUVs.

I will be done here soon.

 

The End

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