Waking up, there was blood all over my boxers
you broke my cock,
I'm not kidding.
As you sang in the kitchen frying eggs,
I sang Leonard Cohen and crushed a cockroach with your favourite mug.
When you told me you were growing attached and I acted with humility
I was proud and full of myselfthe breaker of hearts and the crusher of cockroaches
- all with a broken cock.
eventually on the way home
on the back of a motorbike I sang "Mr Loverman"
and the rider responded "Shabba"
at that precise moment I realised
you would take another man into your bed by nightfall
and in the morning
wiping blood from your lips,
softly whisper that you were falling fast for him
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