Let me tell you about the mishap;
it happens when you're sick and
it happens when you split.
It happens when you turn around
and you step into some shit.
But the other day it happened
and, to my dozy eyes,
I open them to what I saw
as an unpleasant surprise.
My girlfriend was cheating,
and to that I tilted back.
I closed my eyes and fell back asleep;
to forget her is my knack.
And to hopes I'd be without her,
come the next untimely slap.
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Congestion
Poetry#24 in meaningful May 2019 - This book is a collection of some of my best works of poetry, as said by others who have read them on separate sites. I have written over 400 poems, these are some of the good ones. I try to make my poetry meaningful for...
