He who dies with most the toys is, nonetheless, still dead.

POETRY

You may find my poems

Dishes




Pile of dishes

Sitting

With your bad wishes

Knowing about

Me and the Mrs

Thanks

For fuck all

I'll come nowhere near

Your filth and grime

You don't deserve my time

I have more important things

To do

Dishes

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