‘How can you leave me?’
I screamed
‘Stay just a little longer’
I pleaded
‘Tell me you love even though you don’t mean it’
I begged
‘Tell me I’m your favorite even if I’m not’
I whined
‘Spoon me until I fall asleep…and the tears stop’
I groveled
‘Tell me please that you love me, just say it!!’
I wept
‘You can’t leave my house until I say so’
I wailed
And then she opened the door
I watched out the window
Crying
As she got in the taxi for those people who need special assistance
I was angry and despondent when I went to bed
They just don’t make grandmothers like they use to….
I had that feeling once about my mop. Then the bastards made a tv commercial about it. That was my god damn mop. Those were my feelings and frustrations. It's my mop and it would never play those wimpy 70's songs. It would play tough songs like Dirty Deeds by ACDC. Oh yeah Dirty Deeds. My mop like to do the dirty deeds...it could handle them...dirty...deeds...done dirt cheap.
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