Taming of the Shrew
you call me a bitch
i call you an asshole
very well, then
we are very much alike…
who wanted to be where we are right now
in this shithole
which i try to patch up
as you lie there snoring
while i sit here drinking
talking to myself and
my self and
my beer
wondering how come -
this is not even about love.
tell me dear,
do you like your soundful sleep
does it keep you warm right now
does it rest your weary body
and selfish mind
mindless of what is happening.
oh, now i see you turn and hug a pillow!
isn’t that the sweetest fuck you’ve seen
in your whole fucking life
that someone as languorous as you are
is ridiculously
keeping me pursed
ME?!? on my knees?
to serve your toes when you are tired?
even i am tired!
of breaking
things when you ignite my fury
that fails to surface
because you don’t like shouting
and shouting
and shouting
but you make me!!!
fuck it all then!
when you wake up
and see the sun shining
i shall be the one sleeping
soundless and cold,
mindful of what had happened
happy to see a new beginning.
