She was a monster
Goddam had to be
To put up with me
Couldn't help pounding
The hell out of her
Day in and night out
Goddam booze and drugs
Cursing all night long
Never any sleep
But she was my love
She was my passion
Cried when I tossed her
In garbage heaven
Lives my typewriter
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