i get high in the shower before bed.
i hear my father vacuuming at 10 PM,
when he would usually be passed out
on the couch, in front of a glowing screen.
he texts me at 10:25 that his on-again
off-again
(currently-off)
ex-girlfriend whose dogs we are watching
is coming to pick them up.
he thinks she is drunk.
(she has a problem hoarding and fostering animals she can't take care of, is jobless, and that's why we take care of her dogs-- and NOW she's drunk and on her way here.)
(to my home.)
(TO SPEND THE NIGHT.)
he sure can pick 'em.
hope the dogs like the floor you cleaned for them.
hope the second
enabled, drunk-driving woman in your life
likes the floor you vacuumed for her drunk ass.
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