If you fancy
a cheap thrill,
I suggest you
buy erotica read on CD.
The narrators never disappoint.
Listen to it only in your car.
Be sure to take the route
with one too many stoplights—
teeming with all of
the self-righteous pedestrians
who think they always warrant
the right-of-way.
Roll down
all of your windows.
Turn the volume up
to a number that will
allow you to suitably share.
Employ a smirk of
the most contented caliber,
& bank on making
someone’s ********* day.
*('Cause, no matter how you skin it,
we’re all some kind of human.)*
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
If you fancy
a cheap thrill,
I suggest you
buy erotica read on CD.
The narrators never disappoint.
Listen to it only in your car.
Be sure to take the route
with one too many stoplights—
teeming with all of
the self-righteous pedestrians
who think they always warrant
the right-of-way.
Roll down
all of your windows.
Turn the volume up
to a number that will
allow you to suitably share.
Employ a smirk of
the most contented caliber,
& bank on making
someone’s ********* day.
*('Cause, no matter how you skin it,
we’re all some kind of human.)*
© Bitsy Sanders, September 2013
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