she tells me:I wanna make a salad.
With her ass twisted
to the side for support,
she starts chopping
a head of lettuce,
like an assassin
wasted and beautiful,
that lives head on,
bitchin' at life.
That's why I love her,
she doesn't seem to give a damn,
Of course,
I'm drunk too,
and like her,
I bitch
and don't give a shit either.
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