What I am thinking.
what am i thinking?
Usher had them. Why can't I? Actually, I think Usher had them a few times... Well. Poem, Prose, Short Story, or Anecdote - whatever this is, these are my confessions. The other day,
I walked barefoot to the street, Holding a trash bag destined for the can, But the can had already been emptied. The garbage truck happened to pass just then, And the driver kindly waived to me, Wordlessly indicating to throw my bag into the truck. At this unexpected opportunity, I hurriedly threw my trash bag Directly over the truck. I ran behind and around the truck to correct my mistake, And picked the bag up as the driver was getting out To deal with it himself. On my second toss, I was successful, And smiled and waived to the trash man As I stepped in front of the truck to cross the street back towards my house. The vigor of his waiving as I did so should've rung bells, But I stepped confidently into the street anyways And was nearly hit by an SUV as it slammed on the brakes. Spared, I scuttled across with wide eyes turned to the ground, Opened my door, And never looked back.
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