Under the Rug

October 5, 2011
Something was coming
There’s no running
It will eat you alive
The monster is guilt
It follows you under the rug
You can hit it with a chair,
But it never dies.
It only dies when you apologize.
Next time do the dishes, and don’t go light on the soap.

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