"Dirty Laundry"
Life's laundry is a very dirty business.
A loss in the eyes of the dead ones.
My loves that were left behind.
Their gain will be a lost one.
Get it any way you can.
For in the end it will kill you.
The love you make is equivalent with the crap you take.
Your colors run just for fun in a sun's pun.
The laughs you fake are the resounding smiles of a pitiful clown.
As you travel from one to another town.
You always want more, for the luggage you bought and sold in a dollar store.
You are really quite a bore and I can't find your front door.
Just watch you clean my house's floor.
So why don't you go out and steal more.
Before I get sore and even our score.
You, twelve twenty four, whore.
J. Billet's-12-24-15
To Juliana Quip
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