I told my boss about you

Day 4,717, 15:14 • Published in Serbia Pakistan • by Grandmaszter Dio Radenko

I told my boss (and coworker) about you.
All he talks about is poossie and beer.
Some chicks stop by to buy stuff.
He asked me why dont I foock one of them.

I said
"I never foock.
I know one woman for 8 years.
If she called me right now and told me to come to her, I would exit this place 1 second later.
Without even changing my clothes. I wouldnt finish the shift.

She is far way, thousands of miles.
But sometimes, in Saturday, I can hear her sleep.
I can hear her breathe.
I could never find another woman on this Earth whose sleep could be of any interest to me."

In convo before that, i told him i know the day ill die.
He thought im b-sheeteen him.

















I wrote 3 poems to you
Two days ago
Three in a row
I threw them into garbage.

I wud just write and write to you, but i have to keep myself on the leash.

Im learning how to control myself, to prevent myself from writing to you.
But sometimes i get high.
And i cannot control myself so good.
Sor