a poem for jenni
the breath of men is stinkier then
than the litter box in the bedroom
he drinks, he smokes, he writes shit plays
and all we do is look away
in hopes that he'll vanish
or fashion something dear to us
but, alas, a man with bad breath is he
and never will a tooth brush he see
2 comments:
I don't really get this poem :/
The word verification on a previous comment I left was "bardrat."
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