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Alimony
(11/27/96)

Prick, Prick, Prick
Watch me bleed green
Every word a lancet jab
Prick
You're going to pay for this
Prick
He's not your son anymore
Prick
You hurt me bad, Joe
Prick, Prick, Prick
Does he still ask about me?
As often as you used to say, "I love you."
Prick
Hurts, doesn't it?
Prick
I'll bleed you to a shriveled husk
Prick
You're really going to pay for this
I have paid
I am paying
Prick, Prick, Prick

© 1996 by J. M. Pressley


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