Thursday, March 30, 2023

Down at Rachael’s By Greg Clary

 

To the Jag-off

at the bar 

sipping on a glass

of stale white wine

during old man

dollar-drafts-hour

yapping on 

your speakerphone 

to a cousin 

whose stolen

Rover ended up

on TikTok:


Shut the fuck up.





Greg Clary is a retired college professor who was born and raised in Turkey Creek, West Virginia. He resides in the Pennsylvania Wilds where he enjoys cathead biscuits, two fingers of Jameson over one cube of ice, and people who can ease into a conversation without taking it over

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