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Oxygen Thievez
Good Poet
“Where’s Grey’s Anatomy, then?”
says the man in his forties
in the denim jacket,
who can’t seem to look his wife in the eye
(which is understandable).
“How fuck I s’posed know? We only just here”,
comes the response,
as she looks at her tatty once-white trainers,
presumably scanning for reason.
They are upstairs, and the DVDs are downstairs.
I do not tell them this.
Nobody else tells them either.
Good.
Good Poet has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 16/10/09. Read more of Good's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Good's latest works: