there is a man
and a pretty woman
he doesn't love.
she wants sex.
he shrugs. says, sure.
he doesn't need
the bitch anymore
anyways, he thinks.
and pigs can fly.
Any advice is welcome
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It must be football season!


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I enjoy the twist at the end... the irony, how you use parallelism to show the true point of your poem. Also, like the casual, simplistic tone here.



