Holiday

My daughter still thinks your on holiday,

I didn’t know what else to say…

Cos you gave no explanation,

Said goodbye and off you went on your way.

So how’s the sun looking up?

How’s the vacation?

I heard my poems piss you off,

But lead you with no temptation,

You finally stopped looking up on my blog?

I know youve been sniffing?

Or you did you go back to the junk I know you liked a spliff And, I didn’t know what else to say,

So I said you went on holiday,

Some long fucking vacation.

Like I might meet you one day,

At Paragon Station,

Wheels on the backpack,

You’ve been carrying around,

And the sparks come back because they was always around,

My daughter still thinks your on holiday,

So that’s where I put you,

It gives me some peace,

Because leaving to you,

Was like a holiday.

And I know that puts a downer,

On my goals and aspirations,

But since you treat me that way,

It still kind of stings,

She said,

I wouldn’t want a man to treat me like that over and over,

So I suppose I closed the chapter,

And finally got some closure.

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