His Uncomfortable Cushion
By birksy
How long has he leant on you like that? Drunk from his own bottle, read his own paper, It’s time he sat up straight, felt a little gravity, Good lord, he gets in a way of enough of it. Rise up, let him fall away, He won’t know what he’s done wrong, Get up, walk quickly away, Don’t let him lean on you. He hardly knows you’re there, doesn’t like it when you sleep, can’t stomach your own private thoughts Wants to invade you with his. You’ll be okay, soon as he’s not near, You’ll grow strong again, he’ll disappear, No more patronising, no more leaning, No more his uncomfortable cushion. Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 09:53 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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