If they are keeping score like that, you would never break even. Nice piece

This is such an accurate telling. That quid pro quo system is so disappointing. And such a human trait, it seems

Reminds me of the taxman. lol

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Sounds like capitalism to me, and the force-fed propaganda woven into our heads on a daily basis. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I have known these people my friend. You write this very well, with insight into their character.

John

Interesting how you go to one time period to the other.

Dear R,

Fantastic blend of dreamscape and lively activities. The flirty and suggestive atmosphere throughout is a very hot ticket. I really liked how you worked in all the references of different movies and forms of dancing. For me, I never knew there could be such a level of passion, especially in the written word. Fabulous write. H 🌷

Fia, thank you.

H. your presence here is a pleasure to the poetry world. I simply genuflect at your kind and caring soul x

Aww to watch them take a step brings a smile to my face.

fucking shit…. I left for a few weeks now you want me dead… ok im leaving

Um…duly noted. Definitely destruction incarnate

This is rather unsettling knowing the devastation that’s so common these days with active shooters. Very scary.

Powerfully penned, Fia. This is a change of pace my friend, you always prove there is no subject you can’t tame. It’s too close to call, you both delivered amazing writes. Appreciate you.

Damian

You nailed this one. No doubt about it. The kind of write that pulls you along in an inexorable tide of power and rhyme. I keep envisioning cement shoes while reading 😁

Good story. I love the “Wa,,,?” lol

Amazing write, Sam. Great storytelling my friend, it’s always a plus when music is involved. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic work, my friend.

About the same time as your story, I was living in East Chicago, Indiana. Near Halloween there was a parade, and all the kids wanted to be in it. I had a play guitar, and my mom slicked my black hair back and drew some sideburns on me. My black leather jacket topped it off. As we walked, I was chosen for a talent contest at the local movie theater — like yours. A bunch of us lined up, a guy put his hand over our heads and people clapped. I won first place as Elvis — a little wiggle put me over. I won $10 too, so I figure I was the first paid Elvis impersonator ever! Ha! My mom kept half.

Oh, good write, as usual. I know I took up a lot of space, but that’s cheap online, huh?

Ha! I can just see little FlatDaddy Elvis with his hair slicked back. Thanks for reading.

Thank you. Hair was an important part of life for a lot of us.