"The Bitch"

The "bitch" wakes me
in the middle of the
night.  "What up beeyotch?"
I'm kippin', but it's
cool.  We shovel shit,
I wake up and see the
light.  The bitch sobers
up a bit, and we end
the conversation.  The "bitch"
dreams drunken dreams,
I just try to sleep, for I
know the "bitch" is right!


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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