Chrissy…

Dramatic Miss Chriss

can’t handle her piss.

Attention is what she most craves.

Big tantrums & tears

after just a few beers.

Without fail,

is how she behaves.

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Heineken Blues…

Little Miss Chriss        depositphotos_40631885-stock-photo-drunk-woman-crying

should give up the piss.

Alcohol isn’t her friend.

After two or three beers,

she’ll turn on the tears…

It’s a performance, I don’t recommend.

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Clutter…

I wish we had elastic walls.

The space we’d have is plenty.

No clutter everywhere I look,

Perhaps a guest room, sometimes empty.

I wish we had elastic walls,

I’d love to have a craft space.

No projects piled underfoot,

No projects piled out of place.

We haven’t got elastic walls.

Our house is bursting at the seams.

Clutter piled everywhere.

It’s even piled in my dreams…

Bless this mess…

Another domestic.

Another fight.

He’s never wrong,

and she’s never right.

Teenager jumps in,

the intent is as saviour…

But it’s fuel to the fire,

of bad behaviour…

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Ostracized…

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I feel awkward again.

Invisible, and small.

You turn me into a stranger,

I don’t belong with you all.


From pedastal to shelf,

It’s a long way to fall.

Now I’m gathering dust.

I’m invisible, and small.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 word…

You give me 1 loving word,

and I’m under your thumb.

I’ll bend over backwards,

for 1 loving crumb.

Our routine’s well practiced.

We both know our role.

You can treat me so coldly,

then 1 word warms my soul.

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Intermission…

I’m not your girlfriend.

I don’t even rank.

You’re sick of my shit.

Your sex drive is blank.

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I’ve lost my backbone.

Just roll over and cry.

I want you to love me.

I want you to try…

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