My night dreams tell me lies.
They talk in an untranslated code.
Shut up! I am tired of your half-truths.
Of your determining your own truths.
Your handgun is hidden
at the back of your sock drawer.
That is why I always go home
no matter how drunk we get.
You ignorant bastard.
You spat in my good eye.
When you walked down the aisle
you slapped people on the back of the head.
Mercury in retrograde is a good excuse.
So is fake snow on ski slopes.
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