besides clean the catpuke off the carpet
She's calling the fire department
to light her cigarette You know her:
the demon dressed in less than progress
with a permanent pucker on her lips
Flipping on the tv I hate this game
I hate her voice in second-hand smoke
You should have seen the cat convulsing:
back like a bad-luck horseshoe
eyes like bubbles about to pop
jerking spitting moaning
I could take the bottles down to the bin
better than hearing/what I should do for her
She's shaking/her heels running
fingertips along the rim of her glass
Feeling a little ill I find the 409
and the thick paper towels
The corny sloppy sponge is sometimes more fun
than Russian roulette with a fake brunette
but there's nothing better to do than fire
(c)Daniel Pravda 2009
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