The President

The president is angry, angrier than a mate-less gorilla. He walks into his office and steps in front of his mirror. He feels his chin to measure the growth of his desert beard. His chin feels like a dry wrinkled peanut shell. He gets even angrier.   “I want to smash something, Derrick,” the presidentContinue reading “The President”

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