You fell like a piano from a rooftop party
while he sang for every hooker/ waitress there.
Your machism was charming, truly.
And it was amusing to watch you twist into yourself,
hard as a rubix cube, tripping over mixed signals like a colour-blind dog at a traffic light.
Then you drifted into strangers’ beds,
playing solitaire while you thought they were sleeping.
Next time you stick two thumbs in your heart and pull a face,
I’m going to pull out this trick again.
So stop hitch-hiking from mouth to mouth,
and get a fucking job holding someone’s outstretched hand instead.
Because you know that the only reason you played hangman with yourself
is because you’re so out of damn practice.
You should have let him have some letters.
But don’t worry-
now you’ve got the script…
All you need to do is get used to the new actors.