i asked her to stop

by Matthias L. - Capricorn

i asked her to stop but she'd god
damnit leave me no other choice
she left me with an eight-inch-rod,
her pants and a parrot without voice

talking to himself only like she
did when she was as willing as starving
highway dogs heading in the heat
for seven-eleven, wasn't she raving

when i found them oh god
i watched them try to dig holes
in the fabric of filthy sheets
the parrot croaking alot
it wasn't my fault
just one of her feats

Birth sign: Capricorn
Date created: 2005-07-25 16:40:53
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:51
Poem ID: 70824

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