If Pillows Can Talk
Shit
If there was any feelings a pillow had
Mine would be piiissseeedddd and put in the hospital
It would be soggy like chewed, but not swallowed bread
From all the tears it caught, from my lonely, upset and emotional confused nights
Most of the cotton would be out of it
From the tiems I was upset
It would be incarcerated from attempted murder
From the times I covered my face crying and screaming
If my pillow had a mouth
It would admit there was nothing for it to do
To stop it's owner's action
If my pillows could talk or walk
They would've been left me
And I'd tke things out on the wall...
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