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Aug 2013
she called me a pig
--I said something
inappropriate
I'm sure--
I don't know if
it was enough
for her to stomp
off like she did
but I've always
enjoyed a little
drama
so I didn't stop
her
the bar was filled
with degenerates
of the holiest kind
cheap liquor
loose smiles
and easy times
I figured that
pigs must enjoy the mud
sometimes
if not most of the time
and I figured she
mustn't enjoy the mud
and I figured she
mustn't enjoy the
pigs
oh well
what is one to do
I hope she can
atleast enjoy the rain
because we're ten blocks
away from her
apartment
and
I have
the car keys
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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