The Slob
Ugh.You were so loud
And walked so proud
I couldn't stand you
Didn't like you
Greasy-headed
Slob
How can it be so
Hard
To take a fucking
Bath?
And then you opened up
One day
And you were sad and frustrated
I say
That I must be
A mindless bitch
Who didn't stay for 'seconds'.
I was thoughtless in my mind.
I ate the lemon and the rind.
I discovered that the pleasant few
Were not so pleasant, gone askew
And again that people
Are not always
What they seem.
8-20-09
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