Fantastically and wonderfully funny short poem, so witty and whiny all at the same time…LOVIN’ IT!
I went in to get a refund for your friendship but they said I’d already passed the 30 day policy. Then they refused when I asked if I could exchange you for credit.
You were in the bargain bin, a final sale, the one that sat for years and didn’t budge on the shelf. Collecting dust.
How did I end up with you?
I’d donate you, but I’d feel bad knowing about your personality dysfunction.
What to do?
what to do…