Wing Man

X: Who do I want as my wingman?

O: Ooh! Pick me!

X: And why are you suitable for this prestigious post?

O: Don’t you see my wings, dude? Chicks LOVE ’em.

X: Of course chicks love wings; they have little stubby ones and wish they could just grow up and get their feathers already.

O: I meant girls.

X: Oh… all right, let’s give this a shot.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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