Gold star

Go eat a carrot!
You spit down the phone line
I think you mean cock
But I like to believe
it’s a metaphor

A good choice, I consider
taking a stab at my eating
by ethical beliefs as you
insert yourself unasked
into the politics
of my sheets

So I’ve lost my gold star?
What, did you find it by chance?
I actually couldn’t care less
about some five pointed
pointless award, about as
precious as any imaginary
metal could be

It’s been what now, 2 years?
More?
And I’m a bitch,
I’m a bitch!
And a lunatic and a whore?
Thank you for calling,
a good reminder,
why I shut that door
Have a nice happy life now,
But don’t call any more.

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