Mr. Green
with his black beetle eyes
bald and scruffy bearded
evaluated souls for a living
sometimes, I wonder
what he gleaned in mine
Mister Green
By: yodel a blue streak
he talked about acne and control and the Matrix, while I memorized the cushions and tried to stop trembling
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 24 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 4/29/2007 - Status: Complete - id: 2354747
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