Concrete Death Wish

Sex with Betty was like pulling tonsils.
When we had finished the procedure,
She would moan like a slow burp.
Too many nights a week
I was disinterested
And she was not in the mood.
So we eventually stopped.
But soon it all began again.
Like a horrible painting that is never complete.
It kept going,
Until she said,
It’s finished.

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