poor sass

her boss sent her to timbuktu to save the pacific northwest

and there she rots away in some posh hotel with no one to flirt with but the 16 yr old bellboy

who wouldnt know what to do if he had the chance

so she works in the day, takes a cab home at night

where she sips endless glasses of wine,

reading romance novels

and waiting for some prince to find her in her ivory tower

but they never come.

which is why she passes out in her stilettos each night

and dreams and dreams and dreams

of you

8 thoughts on “poor sass

  1. She might dream of me after her first 62,435 dreams of others far more fantasmically qualified to invade her subconcious, but it’s enough that I’m at the back of the line because I wouldn’t know what to if I had the chance either.
    Best to you both.

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