Snitch

“Don’t tell Dad,” he begged me,

“Please, please, please. Don’t”

I didn’t really care. I had nothing

to gain or lose, either way.

I decided to zip my lip, to let

the crumpled bumper snitch.

—————[|||]—————

RDP Sunday ~ SNITCH

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