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Sinning Sinners and Their Sinful Sins (Free verse) by MacFrantic
We met at an intersection
Him there with brooding eye
A solitary gym sock
Pulled halfway up his calf
Riding a bike that wasn't his
We met and we dodged
The cars that pulled us to them
Sure to make us break
Any concentration
Between this rival and I
I cracked a little
In my blended smirk and
Venemous glances
Caught him in sudden sentences
That tumbled profane
From his lips came an ooze
A dark chocolate banter
Fighting to cover his stench
that made little comprehension
Amid the drowning sounds
He put the pedal to his toe
And rocked back in anger
And I rocked forward to be sure
And we collided there
A pile of crushed hatred we never knew
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