Tuesday, June 8, 2021

I CAN'T HANDLE...


I can't handle 
your promiscuity.
I can't handle 
your retelling in gory detail each seduction.
I can't handle 
your erotic fantasy of being sandwiched by two different men.
I can't handle 
your complaining that I bore you.
I can't handle 
the lies and the lies and the still more lies.
And I can't handle 
you finally saying good-bye!
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