That Other Guy


My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen…

I see what you want…

You want me to

take your shoes

and socks off

and massage your feet

you want me to

fetch your beer

your paper

and your pajamas

like a dog…

You want my

doe eyes

to blink incessantly

at your whimsical comments

about women

and knowing

and their places

You want my feet to

Scurry room to room

finding whatever you need

at your every stupid demand

You want

a beck and call girl

You want your stupid jokes to be funny

You want

me to sit quietly while you fuck our lives up

And I would asshole,

I would

If YOU…were HIM…

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