He's the Kind of
Person that
doesn’t put cigarettes out
he just throws them down or drops them
in ashtrays
maybe when the smoke of
their smoldering carcasses
has
filled the room he’ll take the
ashtray to the sink
and pour water on it then he keeps
it like that
he
calls it butt-soup
you have to understand how
much I hate him
he
never does the dishes just leaves
them
to sit until I can’t stand it anymore
if he runs out of forks he eats sandwiches if
he runs out of bread
he
doesn’t eat
same with the trash or
laundry or cleaning he
doesn’t understand
life that
living leaves a mess
he
sits all day in a bath robe watching
TV until his friends call
and
he rises turns it off and is gone
leaving me nothing but the things he‘s
cast off from himself |