Hey BulldogA Poem by AlexI wake up, fully nude and wondering where the f**k I am I recognise the smoke filled room and I instantly go numb why the f**k did I go back here? My head is heavy with alcohol and dirty memories and there she is she is wearing lacey underwear and a ripped t-shirt just covering her breasts I can make out her tattoo on her shoulder I know that tattoo so well ugliest f*****g thing she is smoking, dropping ash on the record player that she is stood over and she turns to me and smiles a dirty smile that I f*****g resent don't you just love this song she says I know what it is Hey Bulldog by the Beatles she has played this on purpose f*****g witch she starts talking about John Lennon yes I know the f*****g story alright I say to halt her her hair is knotty and hangs loose and dead her eyes black with her s****y makeup ash drops on the disguisting carpet and then onto her foot she doesn't even move she hums along, no care in the world f*****g witch I put on my jeans and don't even bother looking for underwear I focus on getting out and getting away she starts to sway to the music, shutting her eyes Hey Bulldog stops and she turns, putting it on again turn that s**t off I snarl she grins, sickening grin I try and find my t-shirt It's outside she says you are a f*****g witch I reply mmhm she smirks I walk out of her place she buzzes the buzzer I answer it stupidly she starts to sing Hey Bulldog and I tell her to f**k off I grab my t-shirt from the road its cut and burnt on one side sharpee marked it says love the witch x © 2015 AlexAuthor's Note
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Added on January 3, 2015Last Updated on January 13, 2015 AuthorAlexBristol, United KingdomAboutif you've remembered to still check this page in a search for a small piece of me, reach out. more..Writing
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