Thursday, December 16, 2010
On my leg
Supposed to beg!
Daily to the filling station
~ Dead Kennedys
Please stop doing this to me.
It’s so embarrassing for me, every time you do this. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see what you’re doing to me, how you’re torturing me?
Don’t you love me?
We’ve been together eight years now. I could kinda understand in the beginning, it was different then - we were so young, so stupid, so in love. We didn’t know what we were doing. But now? Still?!
Eight years is a long enough time to get to know someone. And while I may never get inside your head, I think I’ve made my feelings pretty clear. I mean, I tell you every goddamn day.
The way you carry on in public. Making fools of us both.
I just want you to stop.
The trouble is, I love you with every fiber of my being, and even this can never change that. We will be together forever.
I guess I was just hoping you might find this, and read it, and think about my feelings.
Please, baby, please.
The next time we go to the park and I let you go off on your own, please, please stop dancing in circles when you take a shit.
None of the other dogs do it! The whole neighbourhood is laughing at us.
I don’t wanna steal your thunder, Billy - maybe you’re trying to draw something, or spell out a message? - but I can’t go on like this. Trailing behind you as you waddle around, hunched over, leaving strange patterns in the snow and dropping intermittent brown bombs - it's just too much.
JUST STOP IN ONE PLACE AND SHIT, BILLY! IT’S NOT A FUCKING ART CLASS!
That’s my boy.
Mummy LOVES YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
***This Post Is Reversible!!!*** Can Also Be Read As An Open Letter From M To My Sorry, Drunken Ass.
Well. Until you get to the pooping part.