- Erotic Poetry
- suburban lover
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Click hereYou treat me like dogshit
on the bottom of your shoe -
scraping me off when you go home,
so as not to soil your carpet,
so as not to upset your wife.
After all, you've got a life.
You laugh with your friends.
You negotiate your deals.
You don't give a damn how I feel.
You go to sleep knowing that
I'll be there in the morning,
like a pile of poop
on your bright green lawn,
aching to be stepped on.
- COMMENTS
fridayamover 13 years agounlike what is on the sole of his shoe. A nasty aching poem and brilliantly concise.
