will be the last
there will be. Five years
down the drain. Thank god
for the bottle;
that’ll relieve the pain. He got
all high and mighty
because I said he wimped out
of his dreams to be
a rock star. He wrote
that famous song that
Rod Stewart sings. Been to Hollywood,
was introduced to Burt Bacharach
at a party among other things. I think
I touched a nerve. I think hit a button. But
with this type of man, it’s better to say
nothing because the eggshells that line
the floor makes it extremely difficult
each time he opens the door into
the room where his fragile ego lays. Hell,
I can wipe the yolk off the bottom now;
because today was my very last day.