Monday 16 January 2012

day sixteen.

as far as people go,
i'd rather sit alone.
i find you most dull so,
i see your face and groan.
though not because you're slow,
or on and on you drone,
it's that to make words flow,
self righteous is your tone.
and you hit from below,
hint hunger as you moan,
look at my lunch - bestow
a wanting for my scone.
yes, you're a boring hoe,
your grease will only glow.

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