I wunged you and I wunged my mother
I wunged that pick up line and that pie I baked for you
I wunged this poem
Five minutes before I had to share it with you
With a bibity bobity boop
I pulled it out of my hat
Good or bad
It’s all I got
Only enough time for one trick
Hoping it’s a miracle
Because that’s how the world works
People wunging people
Delaying commitments with friends until nobody cares
Saving trips to visit grandma in the hospital until the night before she goes
Walking the dog so halfheartedly it’s afraid to use the fire hydrant
No matter how bad the diarrhea
It just can’t wrap its mind around the wunging
Baby, you wunged me
Left me to kick the soiled snow in front of the movie theatre
Telling me you’d come just so I’d stop asking
Leaving me with only this poem and if I do say so myself
A pretty good wunging
