The Little Martian tosses tidbits of wit around like a confetti sprinkler.
A dollop of smartass on a healthy steaming heap of offensive wisecracks for breakfast with a mug full of soupy giggles for lunch.
The Martian giggles and gaggles through his day and I watch, astounded from behind my triple espresso shot, Monday death cup.
“Why so chipper little dipper?”
The Martian throws his hands up, smiling bright and free.
“I ducking love Monday!”
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