I haven’t flossed in a while,
I tear the bills out of their envelopes
And leave them all over the apartment
Snarling at me in toothy stacks.
A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,
I think
It’s time to get out of here.
I haven’t flossed in a while,
I tear the bills out of their envelopes
And leave them all over the apartment
Snarling at me in toothy stacks.
A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,
I think
It’s time to get out of here.
Write Handed Poetry 
Not my way to shoot a line but one I’ve just used seems to fit ‘when in the wrong place … leave’. Thought provoking as ever in your own distinctly edgy way.
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Lovely to see you back ,I hope you are well! Wonderful poem as usual very thought provoking as I wouldn’t like to be in the situation the speaker is in.
~SS
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