I’m on a quest for a phrasal verb.
Give me an idiom and I’ll give you a high-five.
Give me a few in thirty seconds and I’ll charge you ten euros.
I’m walking down the street, looking like I don’t have any damns to give.
We make eye contact on a corner and somewhere I find one more stashed in my back pocket.
It was hiding next to the multi colored dice and plastic pencil sharpener.
I’m thinking of a person, place, or thing.
Before you can ask the first question, the crosswalk light turns green.
A mechanical voice is presenting us a choice to continue walking.
The mood is now becoming imperative.
I blink twice and you’re gone.
Give me one lie and I’ll tell you two truths.
The first is that you’re beautiful.
The second is farewell.
There Dan Was 