050210k My Softness Poem by Manonton Dalan

my pillow is aching for my comfort
she would scold me if she can talk
she'll be loving me for all i can afford
even i crush her with my hard head
she just squeeze and she won't bleed
and she's the only one whoever did

from time to time i take a glimpse
maybe she needs a bit of washing
so my perfume won't suffocate her
fine fabrics from china's cheap-loom
my friend every time i can't breath
she would say 'change her' i did