From the stoop I
Say
“you better watch your
Self woman.
There might be a day
In future where
You come home to
find me shooting
straight gin,
furiously beating
my dick
to a facebook page
of your little sisters
girl friends.
Life is fickle like that;
Shit woman,
Even the Indians fucked up
The commonwealth games
And them Punjabi,
Romantic,
Motherfuckers
Built the
Taj Mahal.”
Then I stumble
Up the steps
And she sighs.
And then I feel bad.
But To keep things clear
When she starts
cutting the onions
I say
“I hope they
Make you cry”
No comments:
Post a Comment