Cop Out

There’s always a cop

out point, an invisible

line that is crossed

sometimes. It’s not so

bad because it’s part

of the travel, like

seeing the Eiffel Tower

for the first time.

The only memorable thing

I remember of it

was eyeing up an

attractive MILF, and wondering

why my shyness would

always be my downfall.

Or being spat upon

from above by a

brat who deserved a

smack for thinking it’s

fun to spit on

others. A cop out

is a safety valve

much used by moi

parce qu’il is the

only way to stop

myself from screaming and

going all fundamental sometimes.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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