the keys

We take a cab back to my house at an unknown hour
whisky and beer swish swish swish in my belly
He says 'I forgot my keys back there"
I say "Oh well.. I guess you can sleep over
but we are just going to sleep okay?"

The inability to say no
 creates awful situations

That god damn boy kept me up all night
 taking over the bed
ruining my heavenly den 
with his
ugly body and forceful gestures

I kept my panties on 
wondering where all the gentlemen of the world got lost
probably some deserted island
far away from this filthy city of horn dogs

poor souls

Poem by Morgan 

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