Bringing a guy back.

Bringing a guy back.

The toilet stains aren’t mine,

I swear.

It’s my son when he’s been in there.

Bogies on the bed side,

Definitely not me and I swear I eat my dinner,

Not throw my tea.

I’m sorry about the laundry,

It’s just part of the parcel of children constantly,

You know, I’m washing and scrubbing and collectively,

sometimes all the jobs fall on me…

I swear that shit stain on the floor,

Wasn’t there about an hour ago,

But just know,

I really understand if you must go,

But just know,

my home will never be a show home,

And if you don’t like it,

you can always get your own.

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