Stinky Poetry

Grieving and seeing Cocks ◡̈

I still cannot believe you would leave

Looking back at those times I tend to grieve

I remember all the nights we’d stay up and talk

I met new men then they just show me their cock

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I guess at least they’re funny to mock

I haven’t been in love for so long

I don’t think I have what it’s got

To find something new

But I’ll hang out with my friends and just joke about poo

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- Samantha Poopenheimer