surely he’s gone already

boo-hoo-hoo
some one doesn’t understand you
and worse
your pen still dips toward his think
caught up in the crap
your momma stopped writing ‘bout long ago
Shirley
you know that broken heart you bleed
the one you picked up at the flea
someone else bled it dry long ago . . .
just thought you should know

Sept/05



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