Thursday, June 9, 2016

Shit never leaves me

Two days ago,
I was alone and I dreamt of you,
you were right beside me,
and complaining about your usual shit,
whining, on top of your voice,

"She is shit, you know, she is not even a blogger"
I kept quiet,
" She is terrible, and shit"
"Alright" I said,
"how is your dog?" I asked you
you kept quiet.

"Why did you give her your clothes?"
I said "She must have bought it"
"she is shit" you said
and then the phone rang and I woke up,
it was you again,
"She is Sh.."
I put the phone down,
got up,
took a big shit,
came back and went to sleep.

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