I am about to get angry,

Look at this funny little line popping out,

On my forehead.

I think it may blow open and spray blood everywhere.

All over you,

And the sofa,

And afterwords I will try to make you clean it up,

But you won’t.

You can’t.

It is my mess,

After all.

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