Dirty Dirty Laundry (bad poetry)

lies in piles
piles of lies
like the dirty little secretive secrets secreted
in the creases of the fabric of your dirty laundry
in the creases of the mouth of your dirty dirty mouth
where your dirty dirty laundry-list lies

you don’t love me any more, you said
you don’t do all you said you would, you said
you said, you don’t remember what you said, you said
well, what did you say
i’m asking
what did you say
no, i’m asking you
seriously
what did you say

see you don’t remember
your/own
my/own
our/own
dirty dirty laundry

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