I Burst His Waterbed with My Toenail
Another one night stand it’s the dust

I Burst His Waterbed with My Toenail
I burst his waterbed with my toenail,
A tiny rip, a silent wail.
A single drop, of water then two, then more,
Until the flood reached out the door.
The sheets grew heavy,
cold, and heavy as a brick.
He woke up fast, I felt so sick.
He woke up ready for a fight,
Him Shouting curses filled the night,
As waves rolled left and then to right.
Although to him, it wasn’t funny,
He shoved me out and said, Goodbye, honey
Did I miss hear him what he said ?
was it send my repair money for my bed ?
Or was it just, my imagination
I cried laughing though at bus station lol
No more one night stands for me not Ever.
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