i come home and find that
you’ve forgotten to shut the lights off
and when i remind you
you blame me for ill intent.
it’s simple, really
to shut the fucking lights off
and we wouldn’t have issues.
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…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars; no poem recently written…
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