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stop all that blues shit
she says on a Monday,
get your life together,
stop slumping over.

my woman’s not an artist
but she looks good at night
and will buy my drinks,
so I stand up straight
and even consider a tie.

wednesday she comes to the door,
heels in hand
her back broken in half
defeated and gasping,
I don’t tell her to hang
up her emotions,
I fix a drink and take off my shirt.