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Lady I Work With: by Ray Printer Friendly

Chatter, chatter, chatter,

A shark that drowns when it

Stops swimming…

What happens when you

Stop talking?


If I tell you you’re smart,

Will you shut the hell up?

If I say you’re important?

What do you need to

Feel real?


Working my brain flaccid,

You’re a whore bursting in on a

Wedding Night Consummation

And giving a rotten

Handjob.


What I have for lunch

Is not your business…

Nor is what I have at home.

And your business is yours

For a reason.


Sigh, SIGH, SIGH!

As loud as you can,

I still won’t ask

What’s the matter:

I don’t care.


Roses and cigars and shit:

The scent doesn’t work.

Three words:

Lifestyle change,

Bitch.


I can only assume

You’re trying to drive me

Mad.

Why else would you

Do the things you do?


Better than you

Have tried

And failed.

In closing:

Give up.


posted 4/28/07


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