It is just an everyday thing
He’s used to it now, avoiding the zing
He doesn’t know how the T group knew
But the daily zing out of the blue
When discussing the horrid news
Gave him that hurtful clue
When he complained even to his wife
An electrical jolt hit him like a knife
He soon learned to cover in a hazmat suit
When reading news, giving T group the boot.
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Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #352
The Bag Lady 