markandanjie
There are eight dozen good reasons why a person of integrity would walk away.
Seven dozen permanently horrid consequences, surely.
...Four dozen years of regret.
Three dozen personal standards, crushed.
Two dozen people, deeply hurt.
Looking outside, I see one dozen available options of more noble pursuits.
I'm not a dummyhead.
I know that only a quarterofasixteenthoffiveeighthsofadozen
of temporary relief
can be attained.
I cannot define the enigmatic appeal.
Rules my will despite, it does.
*punches self in head*
"Put that apron on and make me a samm'ich, Woman!"
T is the time that you told me I was like my Mama (Oh no, you di'int!)
H is for the harem that you kept
O is your oscillating, unpredictable emotions
R is the ridiculous amount of snoring while you slept
N is for a crusty booger consistently flapping from your nose
and S is too much sloppy, selfish sex
Nothing but thorns in my sides, you bloody Punk.
I'm finally filing you as my boyfriend-ex.
I've got a chronic case of junk in my trunk and a highly-contagious stye in my eye and some consequential tears in my ears and...and dried poopie smeared on the underside of my right hand?!?
Champagne makes my nose tickle!
...No, it doesn't.
But everyone says it should.
Everyone says Radiohead should make my nose tickle, too.