oh hell tonight
i am truly my father’s daughter
as much as you’ve hurt me
and still seeking your approval
despite your love requiring sedatives
and prayer chains
i’ll say this once
so you better fucking listen
i know what villainy you’re capable of
and what transgressions you are not
you’ve been strung up wrongly
for once
this is a pyre you don’t deserve
lord how can it be
my heart is
defending you again
somewhere mick jagger is humming bitch
and i’m buying a forgiving round
for your hanging committee
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You know, you are on an impossible winning streak here… everything you write gives me a shudder.
Imagine living it…thank you.
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Yikes. Don’t think I could handle that. My life is flowers, lollipops and diapers now. It wasn’t always that way, though.
What size diaper do you wear? Just kidding…
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Ah, good one! Just for that, I’m going to send you a diaper pail of the oldest and most foul kid-poop I can find. Poetize that, poet!
I compost. I turn turds into turnips. Blast away.
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Dude. You are talking to the North American expert on composting. I’m not kidding. I am. And I love turnips.
Stop making me love you.
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This is a common problem. Just kidding. I’m off to actually write something, now that kids are a-bed.
Go you. Excellent.
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