o/’ Laundry day.
See you there.
Mouth-breathing.
Ogling. Wanna say,
“It’s rude to stare,” but I just go
on laundering. With my pepper spray
I will mace–
your brain. With my pepper spray
I will find the time to find
the words to tell you how–
how you make–
make me feel–
what’s the phrase?
Like you’re a tool–
kinda sick–
special needs–
anyway…