i can't believe it, four days a week
i'm just the anchor
the anchor of your dirty craft i burden.
take off your dress, you witless girl
you've worn it your whole life
along with your recklessness and
conscious knives you let fly.
i have the dedication of a nurse but
the strength of an elderly wench
when it comes down to me and you-
just let fly one more to my eyes
to compliment these picture-perfect
portraits of your future husband, you wife.
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