Looking at women in Toronto, they
Just get prettier the more you look
Looking at men in Toronto they melt
like a Salvador Dali clock the longer you stare
And when they stare I now vow to bark
Bark loud and aggressive like the bitch that I am
Bark when he calls me kitty
Bark when he asks me my name
Bark when he calls me sweetie
Bark so big that drool flings off my sharp canines into his open mouth
And down the wrong hole.
Down down down and he coughs until the sun comes up
And everyones staring at this coughing man while I walk about and play 70s synths to my plants.
He's still coughing while i'm pouring my last glass of wine and downing a melatonin
His throat is sore and i'm drifting to sleep after my last intrusive thought passes
The grossness of it all passes after a while
And all that is left is the wasted time
Is the unease repercussions
The wanting to get through a day
The pure annoyance
The lack of quiet
The sheer audacity
We have the audacity to wanting to be left alone
Molly Cole
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