DISTRACTIONS . . . Verse written despite many . . .



Dance around my keyboard.
Drive to your cottage.
Rash on my pup’s belly.

Mud on your mattress.
Latest turgid update.
Condom count.

Assemble blow.
Save your ex-girlfriend.
An ultimatum or else.

Sore peepee.
Fake boobs.
Flaming turd, doorstep.

Your problems are still prettier.


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