msg 11

B4 pOr X c%d finish w Hs song
a bEpN lt him knO he got a txt.
He 1DrD withR Y wud lEd him nxt
& wethR shed kEp stringin him along,
so PDQ he scanned d tiny scrEn,
whch onlE served 2 dash Hs hOpz 1ce mo.
It sed: “Mt Pleasant ASAP,” thN a pure
keystroke of G9 he wshD hed nevr cn:
“NRN. YOYO. Y.”
Y oh Y, indeed, our hero thawt,
but lIk a wayward JNGL trekker caught
n quiksand 2 Hs knee, o evN thigh,
mo struggle onlE sEmd 2 mAk tngZ worse,
so X jst shrugged & hedD 2wRd d plAc
dat Y sugestD, hoping stil 2 fAc
d woman huM hed yt hav coz 2 curse.

L8r, wen hed rEchD Mt Pleasant’s dor,
he found himsLf a rEsN 2 vex air
w mNE unkind wrds, 4 lyN ther
wz yt NothA clue. So X lt pour
a stream of filthy lngwij aimed @ Y,
&, wlkN round Bhind the storied hows,
NothA kind of stream he uzD 2 douse
d nOt hed bin so freshly POd by.
Content 2 vnt Hs spleen & bladder both,
he tried Hs best 2 ignOr d sodden clue.
Dis proved, howevR, mo thN he c%d do,
& n a cupL mins d fInL oath
had paSd Hs lips & L him pondering how
hed get to 22nd St, and wen:
“N f’n way Ill wlk bak ther agen,
I nEd som f’n wheels, & I mean nw! :-@”

[16:00 / hating / "Modern Love" sonnet / spleen / vex air / Mount Pleasant]