Like A Good Bitch

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    Like A Good Bitch

    Like A Good Bitch in the morning
    As soon as the sun rise.
    Im up cooking breakfast with sleep, in my eyes.
    Like A Good Bitch I fuck, I fuss, I fight
    Beware of my bark I very rarely bite,
    When shit gets hasty,
    and I want to stray sweet nothings are like kibble
    got my heart all in bits just like a good bitch I sit
    Boo Boo sit.
    I have bitten a few of my owners two or three in the past
    I'm such A Good Bitch they couldnt handle my ass,
    So they let me run away left me out in the streets for
    someday I'd make A Good Bitch for somebody else to keep.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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