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Sep 2014
Gutter,
Gutter,
Stutter,
Gutter,
Gutter,
We live here,
I'll share it.
I mean,
Why am I even here?
I hate you all,
and I hate you both,
with your bath time,
just like I hate football games,
Half time.
I'd rather live in the gutter,
I'd rather live with a stepmother,
I'd rather live with a rodent,
or a roommate,
and not just any roommate,
I am talking about a really lousy roommate,
One who doesn't even contribute.
I am not asking anybody for advice,
Because I know exactly what they'd say,
"Focus on the good, not the one that got away!"
Well no one got away!
No one gets away!
They all stick around, for years and years and years!
They make me look at them!
They invite me to their weddings!
They call me up, and ask me if I'l deliver their ******* babies!
Hundreds and hundreds of hours on end!
Please,
Get out!
this is not a poem it is a statement
Written by
Douglas Beights
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