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THE PICKUP ARTIST
Bill wore Old Spice, and sometimes Chaps,
so the ladies could all smell him coming.
He had a toothpick clamped in his pearly whites,
but somehow he also was humming
—
a country song about a “heartbreak moon,”
and he kept his engine running.
Most every night Bill made out alright–
he was handsome, well-dressed and, yes, cunning..
He’d set his star on a girl at the bar,
both her face and sad backstory stunning.
He’d say, “Hey, Angel Face, let’s get out of this place.
Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be slumming.”
–Sarah Torribio
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