The Imagist’s Breakfast
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1 min readMar 10, 2019
poem by Matthew de Lacey Davidson
You have
left your dirty
dishes all over the
breakfast
table again
crumbs, bits of
egg, crap
everywhere.
You said you’d
clean it
up
the last
time you
did this.
You may be a great
poet, but
my G-d —
you are a
disgusting
slob