Promises

I promised not to look.
Don’t make me admit to peeking.
It was grand nonchalance
With contempt sprinkled in.
In my humble opinion
You are the victim of a sales pitch.
Enjoy Timbuktu.
Or wherever it is that you’re off to;
At the end of the day
I don’t care much either way,
And I promise from this point
Forward I will not look.

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