clueless

clueless

she looked at me and said:

"I want you to do rude things to me".

so i let the door go in her face,

cut her up in traffic,

criticised her food with a slow, slow fork,

pointed out that her mum has a beard,

she made it quite clear,
i’d gotten something wrong,
when she said
"That’s it, you prick, no more".

and that,
was straight after
i’d pissed in her cutlery drawer.