She reflects. Time,
Time patterns, events,
Sorts them into allotted
Compartments inside
Her head. Or attempts
The task whilst smoking,
Sensing the smoke hit
The back of her throat,
Trying to keep thoughts
In order, separate the
Chaff, the small talk,
The did I tell you what
So and so did, kind of
Chatter, nothing of
Importance, no real
Matter. Toadbody
Imported philosophy
Into her mind, the left
Wing Marxian kind,
But ****** her well at
The same time. He had
A wart on his *****
Felt rather than seen,
Somewhat like the love
Of God, she thought. She
Knew she had the pox.
Another Toadbody import,
A parting gift no doubt,
After the rude disagreement
And noisy rout. She inhales
The smoke. Remembers
Toadbody’s attempts at
Long lasting *** as a huge
Joke. She still dreams of
Capitalism’s demise, the long
Ago promised revolution to
Come over the hill of history
Like a ****** out *****
Murdering millions, pretty
Much as it did before. She
Imagines Toadbody importing
Into another dame his weak
Philosophy, ***** and love
For want of a better name.
She is free of him. Out on
A limb, staring at stars and
Moon, waiting for God or fate
To bring her another love or
Lover or sexually satisfying mate.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
She reflects. Time,
Time patterns, events,
Sorts them into allotted
Compartments inside
Her head. Or attempts
The task whilst smoking,
Sensing the smoke hit
The back of her throat,
Trying to keep thoughts
In order, separate the
Chaff, the small talk,
The did I tell you what
So and so did, kind of
Chatter, nothing of
Importance, no real
Matter. Toadbody
Imported philosophy
Into her mind, the left
Wing Marxian kind,
But ****** her well at
The same time. He had
A wart on his *****
Felt rather than seen,
Somewhat like the love
Of God, she thought. She
Knew she had the pox.
Another Toadbody import,
A parting gift no doubt,
After the rude disagreement
And noisy rout. She inhales
The smoke. Remembers
Toadbody’s attempts at
Long lasting *** as a huge
Joke. She still dreams of
Capitalism’s demise, the long
Ago promised revolution to
Come over the hill of history
Like a ****** out *****
Murdering millions, pretty
Much as it did before. She
Imagines Toadbody importing
Into another dame his weak
Philosophy, ***** and love
For want of a better name.
She is free of him. Out on
A limb, staring at stars and
Moon, waiting for God or fate
To bring her another love or
Lover or sexually satisfying mate.
