"U r always on d fone" I scream,
wen it chokes me after 1hr of watchin u
and to tink i just blew my top at u in public.
Wat i really meant to say was far more suttle
but now dat doesn't matter
'cos i'll be getting a fist of good training at home.
U don't love me anymore and I can tell
but den again so can our maids in d house
as they listen to my best play of shakesphere's
new drama 'Thy love is my pain.'
D fustration wasn't from d 2yrs of no kids
cos now d twins r part of d refrees who shout foul play.
These nice versace shades
r among d best things u've gotten me
so wen i'm out by day its nite to my swollen eyes.
I look at myself naked wen u r off to work
to see d craftmanship of ur good training
and a love my mother says must be "Till death do us part".
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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
GOOD TRAINING
Posted by NikkiSab at 7:29 AM 9 comments
Labels: poetry.
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