My Slippers…
When your manners are as long as my penis.
When you look at the way each of them is worded.
When your attitude starts from the letter A.
When it changes from the extraterrestrial.
When you come out wet from the letter box.
When the music skips and you know I hate it.
When everything belongs in a soap box.
When you used to pick me up by my collar.
When “I don’t what to see you ever again” means to get into your breasts.
When it smells like a smiling fish.
When I took the day off to take you out.
When elevators give in to gravity and we had to sleep on the floor.
When your mother made out with your sister’s dad.
When whenever used to be the great family.
When I parked my car beside yours.
When your vagina spoke of those penetrating fluids.
When you had your make up on and you didn’t mind.
When another boyfriend dies and we could have sex again.
When the moonlight shines on the living room carpet.
When trust could sleep for a while.
When I punched you and you could not forget.
When I said that you looked like a whore from Belgium but I didn’t mean it.
When Bjork told us that all is full of love.
When you had your name on a fancy magazine.
When sleep was something we had in common.
When the lesbians took you away from your home,
You swallowed some spit and turned into a fucking monster.
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