LET ME COUNT THE WAYS
DEAR DIARY...I ASKED HER
WHAT ARE MY CHANCES OF SEEING YOU AGAIN?
SHE SAID:
ZERO, NO CHANCE IN HELL,
DIDLEY, BUTKUS, NO NO NANETTE...
NADA, ZIP, ZIPPO...
SQUAT, 0%, NO WAY JOSE...
NOT ONE IOTA, NONE, NOT IN THIS LIFETIME...
THE NOTHINGNESS OF NOTHINGNESS...
A BIG DONUT, A BIG MATSA BALL, A BIG FAT NO,
A SNOWFLAKES' CHANCE IN HELL...
A DONUT'S CHANCE IN A POLICE STATION...
FORGET ABOUT IT, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT...
A THOUSAND TIMES NO, DON'T CALL ME, I'LL CALL YOU...
DEAD IN THE WATER, FLATLINE, WHEN PIGS FLY,
D-E-A-D, YOU MUST BE JOKING, YOU MUST BE KIDDING...
NOT A CHANCE, PAL, PROGNOSIS NEGATIVE, NO WAY, NO HOW...
YOU'RE CAPUT, FINISHED, FINI, DEAD TO ME.
DEAR DIARY
I ASKED HER,
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?
SHE SAID:
YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS, ARE YOU KIDDING ME, YOU MUST BE CRAZY...
HELLO? ANYBODY HOME? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, ARE YOU JIVING?.
WHAT ARE YOU SMOKING? WHAT ARE YOU ON, WHO ARE YOU?
WHAT ROCK DID YOU CRAWL OUT FROM UNDER?
WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM?, WHAT IS IT WITH YOU?
THE ODDS OF ME SEEING YOU AGAIN ARE A BILLION TO ONE!
DO YOU HEAR ME? COMPRENDE? ABLE INGLES?
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?
A INFINITY TIMES INFINITY. IN THE NEXT LIFE. NO NOT IN ANY LIFE.
GET REAL. GET SERIOUS. GET OUT OF TOWN. GET OUT OF HERE.
DEAR DIARY
I CALLED HER AGAIN TODAY.
I PICK HER UP AT EIGHT.
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