Thursday, 30 June 2011

Somewhere Between (a shit, a shower, and a sleep)

I'll let you down, my boy;
You'll never have your day
I think to myself,
As I lift up from the toilet seat,
You still hugging
Holding onto me.
Here's a tissue
Leave me be:
Clean yourself off,
I've had enough of you,
Always bringing me
Nothing but trouble.

It's the best thing
For both of us...
That you're gone;
If you ain't,
Dead and gone,
If you ain't gone
I'll test you in the water.
I'll watch you wash
Shampoo my hair
And think
Of bed.

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