At least you were quiet,
not playing ‘Brown Sugar’ badly on electric guitar
at all hours,
not smashing things, kicking down the door
because you forgot your keys or
pouring bleach out of spite
onto my girlfriend’s clothes in the washer
You certainly don’t
move all your furniture
at 2 am
or stumble noise into my RapidEyeMovement sleep.
But now, I see one of you ladies
has a new Man...
Suddenly, stairs are stomped,
music played louder...
I can hear you strut your body walking by him,
floorboards rattling with your intentions, your
purpose.
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