I went home last night.
Bought some *****
and brought another man
I met in the pub.
He was so unlike you,
you who opened all doors.
He was scrubby
and rather rude.
We lit the cigar,
inhaled the smoke,
exchanged lies,
got high.
As expected,
we had ***
That kissing
and fondling
and all those things
I need not elaborate
for the exhausted bedsheet,
and propped pillows
And crippled blankets
all looked at me,
accusingly,
asking where you were.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
I went home last night.
Bought some *****
and brought another man
I met in the pub.
He was so unlike you,
you who opened all doors.
He was scrubby
and rather rude.
We lit the cigar,
inhaled the smoke,
exchanged lies,
got high.
As expected,
we had ***
That kissing
and fondling
and all those things
I need not elaborate
for the exhausted bedsheet,
and propped pillows
And crippled blankets
all looked at me,
accusingly,
asking where you were.
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