I Love You, Pukey (Poem)

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There’s imbalance
in our relationship.
When you’re drunk
you get pukey.
I tackle the mess.
No complaints.
When I’m drunk
I vomit cheep wisdom.
Please tell me:
Which is harder to clean up,
before you need to wretch
yourself?
— Jeff Mallinson
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