Xpression.v2

I want to write a poem, but I have absolutely no flow at all. Instead, I’ll talk about something completely unrelated to what I want to write about.

It’s amazing how there are scumbags in every facet of life. Recently, there has been a rash of items and money stolen right out of the employee break room (a.k.a. “the hub”). Today, a new girl, Irene, had $25 stolen right out of her wallet which was left in her purse. Granted, she probably shouldn’t have left her purse in the hub in the first place, but she’s new and probably thought that people had a little respect, at least. Nope, not a chance. She was pissed and I felt really bad for her. Who expects one’s co-workers to be such fucking scumbags?

I was going to offer to lend Irene a few bucks for lunch, but my wonderfully kind friend, Anthony, made the gesture first. He realized a bit too late that it was a perfect “in” for me since this girl is pretty cute. As he said, “I should have let you since you’re the single one.” I reminded him that it’s supposed to be “Bro’s before hoes” to which he replied, “It’s not like I would cheat on my girl, anyway”. I thanked him again for ruining a perfect shot like that.

That’s really all I have, lol. That story would have been a lot better if you were there. You weren’t. Don’t worry, though. I retold it using lots of commas.

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