The greatest painter to ever paint
Made sure to fuzzy the line
Where one ended and another began
That is what I am trying with your love
And poetry
This is not the poem I want to write
The poem I want to write is about taking
care of one another
But that poem is boring and nice
It is too polite for us
What the hell are we doing?
Why are we not fucking?
Must I beg for your cock in my mouth?
You are doing dishes and Im pretty sure you have fever too Both of the girls do. I can barely stand. We are dizzy And puking and coughing and shitting But you are doing the dishes You come and check on us bring water from the other side of the universe and those cool magic pills. Yesterday I went to store and got a bunch of groceries. you were sleeping and had a fever. Then I cleaned. Brought you some pills And helped the girls. We take care of each other. When people complain about being married I want to say, have you tried sucking his dick? Maybe if you give it all maybe the someone else will give it all back to you
Annieepoetry 