He was a man. Like no other.
She was around average, and blond and smart.
He fell in love. Like hell.
She was nothing special. That’s right.
He had a knack for the slide.
Life is short, flashed a question-mark in his soul-searching mind.
Never properly guessed how much
he was right.
She was a whore. With a flavor.
Boobs like corn and some hair.
He was bright. Slow learner.
Mix-of-nuts kind of guy. And that’s right.
She cashed him easily out.
He wasn’t dumb or blond, or smart, or anything.
By any other standard, he was one of a kind.
Just a slow-learner-and-nuts.