Poem -
Empty
Your shoulder to cry on
your ever-ready bank
the one you rely on
no need to wank
Today my legs are crossed
my account is empty
I’m sick of being bossed
no friendly fuck buddy
Whatever we had is over
it’s time for pastures new
I’m going to be a wild rover
your absence I won’t rue
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