The Hangout Spot

As the cute couple walk into a spacious room,
Only one spot to choose;
The itchy, scratchy, chairs that feels like having the chicken pox.
My nose cringes from the rancid perfume
Worn by a woman with wrinkles.
Teenagers down the row from us making out loudly,
And a cell phone ringing, Big Green Tractor;
I need Ibuprofen.
With just my luck,
A little runt violently kicks my seat.
Give me two of those Ibuprofen pills.
His body scoots closer to me, finally with relief.
The fresh, salty popcorn scurries into my hand.
Welcome to Kerasotes 14.





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