<possibly after catullus>
it sticks in my craw to see you with him
he's a loser
for fucks sake
who doesn't earn a penny
you have to keep pushing him for jobs
when all he wants to do iis to live off the fat of your land
so it irks me when i see his fat fuckin face at your house
and he's full of himself as usual
letting me know
in big letters
he's made a success of his residency
yeah
his feet grow fat under your table
but maybe that's what you want in a man
a dependant
someone you can mother
push around
you tell me it's for the kids
it's a definition of "stable" I don't understand
i can offer you so much more:
love
for example
yet you've pushed me away more than once
to the annex marked "friend"
where I bounce my head against brick
it's a farce
like when i tried to chat-up that woman at your party
and it turned out she fancied the American
the one whom you caught in flagrante
the couple who walked in on
you
me
and him
as I tried to finesse myself out of interrupting you and fatso
fuck
it's doing my head in
i make promises not to see you again
yet i know i will
if i see your name on the invite
still
it will stick in my craw when i see you with him
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http://www.cb1poetry.org.uk/
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