‘I prefer it dry’ he lied
& proceeded to try
& impress her with a story
about his income & his busyness
& his car & his business
she pretended not to care
answered a phone call
& laughed
cos her & her troupe
were ever so proud
of being real crazy
& funny
& busy
& they found
that people wouldn’t notice
unless they told them
so they made sure they did so
when there was someone new around
she then hung up the phone
& listened to him drone
about the perks
& the jerks
he worked with
& how
he could do much better
if and when he was in charge
he then talked of which countries
he had been to
all over asia, these last 4 years
& how he had got drunk
she didn’t care about the details
but the stories strangely aroused her
but somehow moreso in her *****
she could see her kids now
with blond hair & cuts like Beiber
well clothed
& out of the way
while she stared at day time television
& the lamented the angry day
that April told her to ‘get ******
& so she slapped her across the face
he was pleasant
wasn’t smelly
wasn’t fat
wasn’t asian
& as for the meal he did pay
the waiter brought the bill
& they quivelled
so for the drinks he didn’t pay
they left together
and slept together
he didn’t call her
but she didn’t care
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
‘I prefer it dry’ he lied
& proceeded to try
& impress her with a story
about his income & his busyness
& his car & his business
she pretended not to care
answered a phone call
& laughed
cos her & her troupe
were ever so proud
of being real crazy
& funny
& busy
& they found
that people wouldn’t notice
unless they told them
so they made sure they did so
when there was someone new around
she then hung up the phone
& listened to him drone
about the perks
& the jerks
he worked with
& how
he could do much better
if and when he was in charge
he then talked of which countries
he had been to
all over asia, these last 4 years
& how he had got drunk
she didn’t care about the details
but the stories strangely aroused her
but somehow moreso in her *****
she could see her kids now
with blond hair & cuts like Beiber
well clothed
& out of the way
while she stared at day time television
& the lamented the angry day
that April told her to ‘get ******
& so she slapped her across the face
he was pleasant
wasn’t smelly
wasn’t fat
wasn’t asian
& as for the meal he did pay
the waiter brought the bill
& they quivelled
so for the drinks he didn’t pay
they left together
and slept together
he didn’t call her
but she didn’t care
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