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I had had enough

And too damned much too

I had eaten so much of his shit

That it should be considered a basic food group

So this morning, as soon as I was alone

Blessedly

I changed the locks

And piled all the crap - his and anything else

That would even slightly remind me

Of how I was so mistreated -

On the curb in pain sight

Then lit the mess to blazing

After while some blasted fool felt the need to say

You can't do that here.