It was all word of mouth.

It was all word of mouth.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

At the party I saw her
and doing the kamikaze approach
I was shot down in flames.
But she was an American.
Yes, it was a party
where everyone was shooting
their mouths off,
each having their range,
their target intended
with defence systems on,
it was battle stations.
I found they had no
safety catches on.
I was shot in the head
by one girl, her mouth
a 45 magnum,
blew my head clean off.
Then I met her friend
who shot me down
with her double barrelled mouth
I got a lethal spray of words.
Someone call the paramedics I cried.
I don’t know how much my ego
can take this.
I’m already bleeding
profusely from the heart,
but it wasn’t over yet,
some girl had a mouth
like a chainsaw.
She just cut straight through me
to the bone.
Turned out I was at
the wrong party,
it was no pick up lines against women anonymous
and I knew them all, I just forgot.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 2, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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