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May 2014
I will take all that crap on your floor
Sweep all that **** right out your door
Bring down the mess I crammed in your attic
Haul it away without any static
All them things you folded that I threw back on the floor
I'll fold 'em again on the folds from before.

Wait a minute...what?
No, I ain't gonna do it now
Gonna take a shower
Maybe watch a little Fox on the tv
Play a few hours of scrabble on my iPad
I told you it'll all get done
Just not today maybe not tomorrow either

Hey, I am gonna take all them poems you write
Tease out all your dreams and ambitions
I bet you'll see we have a lot in common
Have the same goals and all that ****
Tomorrow you'll wake up and we'll have a new life
Just like the one you keep saying you want and saying you want

What, you think I'm some kinda dream weaver?
Just tell me what you want and I make it appear outta thin air?
I will give you a new life
Just as soon's I get my Fox watchin, Scrabble playin *** off this sofa
Now what did you say you wanted again?
I mighta put it up in the attic
Under all my other ****.
Cynthia Thompson
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Cynthia Thompson  Massachusetts
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