HER AMENITIES
Her DSL, your computer
Out there in Athena, you're a commuter
Driving to my town
Go to work, don't come around
Her 150 television stations
My exquisite sexual relations
You will never have again
Don't even try to call me a friend
Her 3 bedroom trailer house
With that religious fanatic makes you a louse
Feeding on the flesh you take
No more of mine, your body can ache
Your own bathroom where mold is growing
Your own bedroom on your back snoring
Not in a bed with me anytime
Get your ugly roommate to rhyme
Her credit at the Toyota car lot
Did it get you the car you've got?
Is that why you'll never leave?
Go without my touch and grieve
Her amenities, cat box in the kitchen
My poetry that you keep ditching
While you say you're a good cook too
Appetite gone with that cat box in view
Her cats, your one Moe
No more of me you get to know
Until she's all but dead to you
I'm gone, and her amenities will lose their new...
5/9/2006 0245 cj
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