A painting is a horde
Of destructions
Said Pablo Picasso
And I stay here with
Whore's deconstructing
The constructions
The cellar door
Booted in
By an El Paso Jailbird
On a large charge
Finger finding a switch
But no hits
Her photoed tits
Post shower cop off
Hairdryer plugged in
Bunched towel
The kids back from the monkey run
This time I shower
And feed them change
And from under covers
She tells the eldest to straighten
The painting
Ties shoes
Let the hound out
From this bathroom window
My dog chases 'em
She shouts in
The cellar's got guests again
I know they're back
They will chirp
Cheep chirrup.
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