Get Your Butt Out Of Me

4 Oct

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Get Your Butt Out Of Me

 

when you haggle with love you poke at calamari

and after playing at that 3 or 4 times tentacles now

freak me out, solar systems of flat out loss

trembling like emaciated primates trying to climb a tree

 

love’s toilet got clogged and something’s eaten

all the plumbers and this forest is too damn tricky

and loud, (“Get your butt out of me!”, me yelling

at the cat) everything’s so goddamn loud

 

when the neighbor’s dogs aren’t barking

they’re thinking about barking

and when they’re not thinking about barking

 

they’re asleep and their dreams are made out of bark

because dogs can’t climb trees either

and love pissing me off

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