Pillow Talk (or Balls are Always Bluer on the Other side of the Bed)

There was a time

living alone when

I cuddled pillows,

wishing that

it were you.

Now that we’re

living together,

I cuddle pillows

wishing that it

weren’t true.

The sad thing is,

you’re just no fun;

even my pillows

make a more

playful screw.

I think it’s time

we call it quits;

my balls and I

are tired of

being blue.

~gj duerrschmidt

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