Savages
Uncivilized, unmotivated. When it’s your birthday they’ll hit you up next day. Belated.
Like a girl, but waited? He found out about it, went in, and they dated.
Got a bill to split and doing the math to leave a tip? He let you fill the line first, waited, then wrote it in closer to zip.
He invites you over to eat bean dip and watch a Netflix film clip. 10 minutes later you knew you should have trusted your gut when you read that roach-clip quality courtship profile authorship.
Too late. Unzip. He’s equipped and got your pink slip now you’re walking out of his place thinking about the roundtrip.
He’s a Savage.
His airline charges for carryon-baggage.
His spirit animal is a vulture finding carrion to scavenge ravage and take advantage of any bird making passage.
He’s a savage.