A perfect gift for someone you hate.
Love You Like a Sock
I love you like a sock
Or a lightning bug
Or a little plastic dinosaur
Left behind to break your feet.
What stupid poetry we make
With words thrown carelessly around
Like discarded feet-sheathes
Gloves to keep the moisture in.
I can never remember
Where I put my socks.
What does that say about me?
Not anything.
Not anything at all.
The Second One
The date approaches, and we grow restless,
Tossing in our bed like angry children.
Someone needs to get this beast out of her
I pray that it will be more mild-mannered
Than the first one we removed.
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