jerry rented a movie, but never took it back.
now the blockbuster closed and ain’t nothing in there
but a few tipped-over racks.
jerry, you jerk,
may you die of guilt, alone under the overpass.
may your thing fall off,
may you kiss my ass
for promising my dog an in-n-out burger and then welshing.
a 55 for the G Man. WordPress says this is 55 words on the nose, cos it counts the hyphenated stuff as one word. I’m too shy to contradict. –Coal