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Whose Bodily Fluids On The Tinted Windows?
Foil over the windows
Reflecting sweet sunshine
On to walls that were,
Once upon a time, white.
I hate that blue light.
Six different people
Sitting on the couch
Where I sleep.
Genderless.
I hate that couch.
I think there was a cat
Or a dog 'round here
Somewhere
'cause there's a food dish
Full of maggots and yellow shit.
Maybe that was my breakfast?
The people never leave
And the lock on the door is broke.
I know I've always got a place to stay-
The rent here is paid in rock
And the cops are scared to knock.
Showering ain't that easy though.
Someone's bodily fluids are always
In there.
Everywhere.
The quiet only comes
When the gone girl
Seizes.
Is it my turn yet?
Reflecting sweet sunshine
On to walls that were,
Once upon a time, white.
I hate that blue light.
Six different people
Sitting on the couch
Where I sleep.
Genderless.
I hate that couch.
I think there was a cat
Or a dog 'round here
Somewhere
'cause there's a food dish
Full of maggots and yellow shit.
Maybe that was my breakfast?
The people never leave
And the lock on the door is broke.
I know I've always got a place to stay-
The rent here is paid in rock
And the cops are scared to knock.
Showering ain't that easy though.
Someone's bodily fluids are always
In there.
Everywhere.
The quiet only comes
When the gone girl
Seizes.
Is it my turn yet?
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