This morning my pocket stretched
way out away from me. It brushed
the back of some guys head and
I was embarrassed.
Then I thought of that word, I
tore it apart.
Basically, pulled your pants off.
And I laughed.
The guy thought I was a nut job
and dropped some change into my
pocket (which was trying to get
him to box, but the guy looked it
straight in the pocket and said, "Stop
bothering me, you ain't nothin' but a
pocket, I ain't gonna fight ya."
And I started to walk away when
I heard him mutter "Besides I'd
kick your ass."
Well, my pocket went crazy, so
I bought a coffee and watched them
go at it and I wasn't worried
anymore. Or embarrassed.
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