Youth had it comin'.
Shoulda never worn that pretty dress.
Shoulda never walked through that door.
Shoulda never sat
on the most rickety chair
in the joint, fallin'
on my lap th' way she did.
Kinda knew it would happen,
too. Always could tell
a fresher face-ripe for
the pickin', I always used ta
say.
*Well, now, did you step
on one of them pork-yoo-
pahns, lil missy?*
*Nice to meet you, Girl.
His name is Inevitability.
You might've missed him,
looking from the corner
of the wall opposite the back
of your head, whistling Dixie
on your bristled follicles
mid-daydream, via inhale.*
Gathered herself, laughed.
Jackpot. Told me,
after a couple drinks, that she
wasn't
any sorta damsel in de-stressss,
that she knew all. Mind you, all!
The tricks in the fairy tale
handbook. Front to back,
to boot!
Fed her Cinderella fr'm top
to bottom, ate it up like
a backwoods ******
*Speakin' of storytellin',
you wanna know what
my favorite Shake-spee-uh sayin'
is,* hm? *'s the one where
the lady wants ta be a man,
them loony Europeans.*
*Anyway, one of the guys there,
puffs up his chest n' shouts,
"Some are born great. Some
achieve greatness. N' some
have greatness just ******
right up on 'em"*
*Get up outta that chair,
pretty lady, and get ready
for a time you ain't* ever
gon' forget
*It was then that nightfall
spilled over like a broken ink bottle,
salivated over the horizon with
the hunger of a bleeding river's mouth
as all our girdles loosened,
and with the last protracted sigh
of metallic wisdom, hushed our
brigade of inner children's choirs,
massaged the cramp settled
on the back of our left legs,
turned out the lights,
and went to sleep.*
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
Youth had it comin'.
Shoulda never worn that pretty dress.
Shoulda never walked through that door.
Shoulda never sat
on the most rickety chair
in the joint, fallin'
on my lap th' way she did.
Kinda knew it would happen,
too. Always could tell
a fresher face-ripe for
the pickin', I always used ta
say.
*Well, now, did you step
on one of them pork-yoo-
pahns, lil missy?*
*Nice to meet you, Girl.
His name is Inevitability.
You might've missed him,
looking from the corner
of the wall opposite the back
of your head, whistling Dixie
on your bristled follicles
mid-daydream, via inhale.*
Gathered herself, laughed.
Jackpot. Told me,
after a couple drinks, that she
wasn't
any sorta damsel in de-stressss,
that she knew all. Mind you, all!
The tricks in the fairy tale
handbook. Front to back,
to boot!
Fed her Cinderella fr'm top
to bottom, ate it up like
a backwoods ******
*Speakin' of storytellin',
you wanna know what
my favorite Shake-spee-uh sayin'
is,* hm? *'s the one where
the lady wants ta be a man,
them loony Europeans.*
*Anyway, one of the guys there,
puffs up his chest n' shouts,
"Some are born great. Some
achieve greatness. N' some
have greatness just ******
right up on 'em"*
*Get up outta that chair,
pretty lady, and get ready
for a time you ain't* ever
gon' forget
*It was then that nightfall
spilled over like a broken ink bottle,
salivated over the horizon with
the hunger of a bleeding river's mouth
as all our girdles loosened,
and with the last protracted sigh
of metallic wisdom, hushed our
brigade of inner children's choirs,
massaged the cramp settled
on the back of our left legs,
turned out the lights,
and went to sleep.*
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