Take all this trash and throw it
away, and the stink of this place
makes me sick, or ill.
signs,
symptoms,
of a washed up love,
thanks for that used condom,
of love.
old hurts, new hurts, mixed states
of a small dessert, and a snapshot
of this social rhythm, , of a picture
of me, with out you.
signs,
symtoms,
of a washed up love,
just wonted to say thanks for
that used condom of love.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanks-for-that-used-condom-of-love/
