Rubber Soul Mate
Stop looking at me like that.
I know you're flat.
But don't push it.
I could trade you in, you know,
For a younger model,
All firm
And Bouncy.
How would you feel about that?
What if I started
Schmoozing
With some woozy puncture-resistant floozy?
What then?
You'd be deflated.
Sorry.
I'm tyred.
It's not that I don't care
About your longing
For hand-pumped air.
It's just that I don't really know
Where our relationship is going.
You're putting too much pressure on me
To put
Pressure
In you.
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