Furniture

Poetry

She is the chair
The table
The lie
Easily destroyed
Broken furniture
Peel of your smile
It’s unnecessary
When everything
Around just breaks
Your wife
That chair
That table
That lie
You look so confident
In your unwashed clothes
Keep breaking her
That’s what an asshole would do
The TV jingles on and on
While you just laugh
And carry on

 

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