Josephine De Leux Poems

'We haven't had sex for...what, how long?
What am I,15? '
Excuse me? Not your fault?
What! ? My libido?
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When he turned,
I flinched and dropped my hand
His gaze was filled
with utter disgust
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She ran in haste to listen to
the sound of his return,
Leaving all that stayed their place
and giving to her back
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That cricket bat, yea, the one thats over there?
It's english willow, daftie, so mind, don't hit yer head.
The kettle on the counter...where else would I darn put it?
What? a home? Darn no use, kids these days...
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If he was alive today
he would most definitely hate you,
with a passion you seem clearly to see
in Don Giovanni
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If you knew what I were going to say,
and if you knew what that would mean,
I know you'll run away.
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He's going to spew down my favourite top,
destruct my precious pearls...dear god.
when they get older, honey, they'll come straight at your plates.
Plastic or the tupperwear? Well, you wish.
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