there are holes in my curtains;
there are cigarette burns in my blanket;
there are burnt-out light bulbs everywhere;
a dalmatian’s worth of rat holes in the walls.
my liver has spots;
my stomach has spots;
my kidney is spotted;
my intestines are knotted;
my heart is completely rotted;
my death has been plotted.
and just think,
you did all of this to me.
well, that and the 532,719 gallons
of Hennessy i consumed last month.