After the small talk,
"Whatcha been up to?"
"Not much" and "Same ol' same ol' "
It's the same ol' same ol'

"She sure aint nothing like my ex wife"

Five years since she passed away

"Is she supposed to be?"

His lowered brow said, "huh?"

"Like your ex wife?", I asked

W-D 40 is good
for loosening nuts,
but rum works wonders
at loosening the tongue.

His tongue flaps
freely in the hot
air from his lungs,
but the hot air is the
same ol' same ol'

Always the same,
after the customary

"She's constantly on my case"

It seems his new wife
has the tongue of Lilith,
aimed like Lamech's arrow
at the heart of the beast.

I tend to
think like that,
when drinking rum

"She says I drink too much"

"You do", I thought,
but did not utter
Due to the fact that
he always buys

"I really wanted this to work", he weeps

My brain says, "No, you didn't"
"You wanted what you had"

All I said was,
"The love is dying"
and added that it
all made perfect sense

"It is as they say", I say

"Never plant a new rose
in an old roses' grave"

He pours us another drink

It's the same ol'same ol'

but, the fourth drink
is better than the first.

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