Times Squared
It was the best
of the New York Times.
It was the worst
of the New York Times.
But honey,
I can't meet the president.
I forgot to charge
My toothbrush.
Must we offend
with halitosis
In these abundant times?
She didn't answer,
Because she only exists
in my imagination,
And doesn't need
further explanation.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2019
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