God tripped over my pillow last night,
tiptoeing out of the room.
He apologized for waking me,
said he'd gotten high
just watching me sleep.
I shushed him,
and told him to leave before he woke my roommate,
but he had to have that one last kiss.
Well!
Our lips met,
and it was a divine conflagration.
Now I am a happy ash,
floating on the wind --
Guess it was his night to cook!
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