She Made a Mess and Then It Spilled
"SHE MADE A MESS AND THEN IT SPILLED"
lies, lies, lies.
tears, tears, tears.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
I'll pick you up at ten.
I need to do laundry.
off to Wal-Mart we go
where we buy nothing.
we arrive at the laundromat,
mad,
irritated,
on edge,
shoelaces ready to snap.
she drops her soda,
I run as she cleans
and return with a refill.
her mess is now my mess.
damn!
men weren't wired fairly.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
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