Aren’t You Suprised (Can’t Sleep Day Four)

it’s me again, awake at an odd hour. i thought i’d write you all a little poem.

The dog in the upstairs hallway threw up on the floor.
I saw it when I went to get water.
Gross and pink
I pretended. I see nothing.
So I didn’t have to clean it up
I use that excuse so I don’t clean your messes up either.
I don’t see what problems they cause

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