I’ve been coughing since December
when my boyfriend got an itch.
Now I’m dealing with an ailment
while he’s dealing with his bitch.
He’s not my favorite person
(and I doubt will be again)
but we’re making quite an effort
to at least look like we’re friends.
Of course I’m not expected
to associate with Porpoise—
which is pretty good, considering
I’d rather see her corpus.
I’m staying clear away from
a relationship’s detritus
so I sit here on my lonesome
filled with hatred (and bronchitis).
Author notes
Yes, I call her The Porpoise. Because she looks like one. A big, fat, extraordinarily slow-witted porpoise.
Am I bitter? Nooo, not at all.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you'll do better
the best revenge is living well,a wise seinfeld once said.
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i usually not a big fan of neat end rhyme, but here I can appreciate how it adds a little wry lightness to the piece. great that you were able to see some of the humor and irony in a pretty cruddy (forgive the pun) situation and accentuate it... hope it helped, and you've gotten over your bronchitis by now! the title is especially apt.
i also liked "the dead" a lot, and will hopefully be back soon to comment on it when i don't have a take home exam and 90 pages of reading to do.
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