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Train

"Lay your shit  
down on the seat  
adjoined to mine.  
You can even take the seat opposite too.  
My uptight nature went out the window  
three spliffs into this trip,  
you know?  
Now you, my precious, desert flower  
have two choices,  
you can either allow me to cut my initials
into your cheek  
or  
thank me kindly for my patience with you,  
get the fuck up  
and piss off out my chair.  
I went to the toilet,  
not Australia,  
my name's still on the seat.  
Look, you've caught me on a bad day.  
The gynecologist touched me like one of those  
lesbians in some off-conventional pornography.  
The bitch made me bleed,  
so just get out of my seat  
and all is chill.  
On top of it my man was too alpha to go himself  
so I'm cut like someone's played 'put-a sharp-screwdriver-into-a-hole-and-spin-it.' He gets the results in a week or two.  
I was the one who had her tests up to date,  
you know?  
It was not my problem.  
Just get up so I can get my book, please."  
"Miss, I think she's deaf."
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 16th Mar 2012
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