Poetry Sunday: The Ballad of Sandy and Dave

What’s this? Anew poem?! I know. I’m shocked, too.

Warning for some adult themes.

The Ballad of Sandy and Dave

(On the Occasion of the Death of LucasArts)

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Dave got fat.

Of course he did, though it wasn’t as if the tentacle hadn’t warned her.

All those years ago, sidling up alongside her in that moss-perfumed basement, he—he?—it pressed a sucker against her ear and whispered her a fortune:

Boys like that will always love the bottle first, then the Sunday game. Boys like that will turn into rotten ap...