Poem: How To Pick Up Women

A poem about finding a book from many years ago…

I found a book, while tidying up.
Our last communication, 23 years ago…
It was a joke-present, a book about
having success with women. One of
my friends has pretended to be the author,
and for comedy he’s saying he’s
sharing some tips.

Then Richard writes under,
“You can read as many books as you like,
but you will never be as good as me”.
It’s almost as if he is directly ignoring
the assignment, and finally trying to
project his true feelings. In handwriting
resembling a serial killer’s.