The Troublesome Troubles of a Two Sided Telegram

Stop. This nonsense. Stop.

You are a professional. Professional taker. Thief. Stop.

I was the laughing stalk of your extra curriculum vitae. But it had to stop. Stop.

I was the fourth hole over on your expanding belt. A forgettable notch. Pull. Notch. Pull. Notch. Pull. Stop.

I had been approaching and reapproaching this intersection for quite sometime. But we were at an impasse. Green. Yellow. And Red. Stop.

Stop. Talking. Stop.

This has got to stop. Stop.