D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.
It truly is an honour to be read, feel free to share comment and tell me how much you hate my writing!
really tear it apart!!!
Steve works at his chip shop
Steve is fat, no hair or figure and no facial expression other than gormed
He laughs at everything
He’s living the dream
He is our Steve, doing the same thing day in day out
His chips aren’t even that good, they are soft, floppy and malformed
He cannot count change and only accepts chatter
with that ever bobbing head of his
Everybody knows Steve
When he dies his son’s who work at his chip shop,
who are fat, have no hair or figure and no other facial expression other than Steve’s
will be fulfilling a sort of prophecy of tradition
they have no idea about the repetition of their outcome
it’s these slender notions that influence where we eat.
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When I think of school part 1 can be found here: https://simily.co/all-stories/poetry/d-davidcroot/when-i-think-of-school/
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