Unlisted
No matter you’re not in the phone book
and you pay with cash, not checks;
no matter if you dress in the faded
worn-out rags that were all she left;
no matter if you wrap yourself in cobwebs
and drive a three-wheeled wreck;
no matter if you give up your martinis
and survive on chicken necks,
it matters not. She’ll always have
your number – your carnivorous ex.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2006
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