I’ve always asked myself why you stick around.
Dominic hiding again from the sole
Dominicana
The Siberian.
The Welsh Witch of Grey.
The Visayan.
The Tibetan Leader.
And Ultimately; The Shanelendga.
The Northern Star of Bethlehem.
How could I portray you in non-indicitive terms
As if you’ve done something good here?
Report your worth, and fall a dose with me.
You had to deal with the creeps of neanderthal.
And a broken Aristocracy.
Inherit Oceania.
Split the Difference.
Leave Asia alone.
Then your stupid-donate-now
Of Black Children in pelts and cracked-out
On drugs
Not knowing why their crackers always taste
Asbiline.
You never taught them our dialects.
British-American with a shnoz that doesn’t mean much.
Trade your ways and I can’t marry you in The Church anymore.
You converted somewhere along when I was 45.
I thought it to be revenge.
I thought it was a hit on my personal life.
Jealousy and ruining everything and everyone around me.
Get them on your side then feel the sting of peer pressure.
I never liked much anyways.
I like my time.
I dream to be a Writer after all this.
Professionalism of Agency + Military ways.
I rather doubt than know you lied this whole time.
Your watch is exquisite,
French-Swiss excuse.
And Milian is haunted by white poplars.
Get Lost!
Is what I say.
And you say you never stopped since I was 3.
The 64 Trillion Dollar Question.
Why are you still lingering here Camus?
The kids couldn’t tell a mushroom from peyote to a damn
Bag of weed.
They gots the downzst.
How unfortunate.
You sold out to become a split-coder.
And I have never had a fuller caseload since.
Helter Skelter indeed, since we crossed over the pond.
I went round-the-world.
You just flew.
Good for you, in your coup.
Mutiny Manifest of Marriage; you fucked up.
Now there’s no more Catholics.
Protestant eerie crys.
And even the old Jews;
Still try to reach me in Kabbalah.
All your old exan-texans.
Schloppotstoop.
I told you, you were gay.
Neither am I.
Just an Ace-in-the-Hole.
You?
I’m still wondering Partner.
67 + 81.
How long am I going to wait for you to stop cheating?
I’ve no idea.
As long as you hold me tight.
Don’t tell me anything else.
I already found out during that nap, dear.
Smile elsewhere.
Delicately.
And rack the debt on forgiveness.
We haven’t known each other that well this whole time,
Have we?
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