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Relationship
Love…lifts off my lover’s lips…no more for me in this shack-up
No instinct for it…no seventh chance…no winners on this scratch-up
And to think that after all these years…and assets we’ve racked up
We’re nothin’ more than war…and snot tissues…now that’s jacked up
No, it ain’t workin’ ’cause loverboy’s…respect for me done slacked up
Ain’t no riffin’…kissin’…wishin’…able to rebuild this collapse up
Been arguin’…over this pungency…till my vital signs done plaqued up
Howlin’ like two wolves…liftin’ off to shouter space…galaxed-up
Sorry to the neighbors’, cats’, rats’, walls’…eardrums that cracked up
I ripped down all the pretty pictures…in the pretty frames that I tacked up
Pulled the just-in-case box from underbed…and flipped the latch up
Mama said moves…always move…and backups need backup
Of all the groceries on my dime…swept the fridge so I’d be snacked-up
Flung eight junk bags…and the spice rack…in the trunk of the hatch-up
Tied the mattress…and the box spring…on the hood in a stack-up
Grabbed the wigs…the dog…and any other last-minutes in my snatch-up
Was a good foot…
