mojo swinia

I saw the picture of your new
girlfriend.
the one in the pighat.

aw.
isn't she cute.
and you wrote
on it in polish.
my pig.
aw.

how is it
fucking a pig?
does she
oink
in enjoyment?
I bet
you take that
bacon from the back

boo.ya.
damn
she's hot,
big shot.
hittin' that
pig twat.

I bet you're
licking that
pig clit
as I write this.
legit.

pink is really your color.

goodbye

so I guess I was your toilet paper.
there to clean up the shit
and tossed in the toilet
with your cigarette.
and you shit on the ashes
to ensure
they
flush.

so I guess that whole thing
was a lie.
you aren't the nice guy.
and you used me
for sex
and booze
and to sooth your
bruises.

so I guess we're done
here.
after three years
of chocolates on
mondays
your breath on my neck
kissing on the carpet
and falling off the bed.

I left myself
on your doormat.