he makes a great peanut butter sandwich <br />laying it on thick with the crunchy brand <br />his slick tongue becomes stuck to the roof of his lie <br />as he promises to you <br />it will be different this time <br />but it is as it always has been <br />just the same old sandwich <br />made without any jam <br />and by now you know <br />there is never anything but heartache and tears <br />to wash it down… <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-who-love-peanut-butter/
