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We’d fought all afternoon via text After a decent good morning ‘Such and such saw you on Instaface’ I tell her she’s full of **** and she sends me a screenshot with ‘Don’t bother coming home.’ Not even gonna bother Just take my time Take pictures of my junk & Send them to that married woman across town and ask her if I can Drop by ‘I got my kids...maybe another time.’ The Liquor Store Come home & Hear the tv on, see her Out of the corner of my eye She’s hidden the wine opener But I got the $7.50 twist off Cabernet And the Silent Treatment goes on Till 10pm or so Like I care to makeup & She starts in on me Like She’s so innocent With the ***** calls she told me About The guys she used against me The one she was supposed to delete but kept around on another Social media ‘I don’t have anything for him...’ Just pictures of your ******* It’s how you got me It’s how you get them all It’s how I do it too We were built for pretty For Selfies For posting up Our food Our drinks Our lives That seem better than others But not for love Not for our souls Just for pretty
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Typical Friday Afternoon *Written if Bukowski was still alive*
We’d fought all afternoon via text After a decent good morning ‘Such and such saw you on Instaface’ I tell her she’s full of **** and she sends me a screenshot with ‘Don’t bother coming home.’ Not even gonna bother Just take my time Take pictures of my junk & Send them to that married woman across town and ask her if I can Drop by ‘I got my kids...maybe another time.’ The Liquor Store Come home & Hear the tv on, see her Out of the corner of my eye She’s hidden the wine opener But I got the $7.50 twist off Cabernet And the Silent Treatment goes on Till 10pm or so Like I care to makeup & She starts in on me Like She’s so innocent With the ***** calls she told me About The guys she used against me The one she was supposed to delete but kept around on another Social media ‘I don’t have anything for him...’ Just pictures of your ******* It’s how you got me It’s how you get them all It’s how I do it too We were built for pretty For Selfies For posting up Our food Our drinks Our lives That seem better than others But not for love Not for our souls Just for pretty
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40/M/Southwest
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
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