Saturday, November 9, 2019

She















She’s a real hum-dinger.  A true hip swinger.
Watch her move that ass like a bullwhip master.

She’s a white-hot disaster.  She’ll hurl you to the floor just to watch you shatter.
Don’t you love her?  Don’t you want to run your hands up her legs in a rapture?

She’s a spell caster.  A skillful bag of meat with a black heart that burns while it beats.
Devouring you to the very last morsel licking her fat lips full from making you bleed.

She’s an addict.  A full-fledged vainglorious fanatic.
Her biggest admirer is reflected back to her in a bit of bad luck cracked mirror, like a cast-off Grimm’s brother tale too bad to publish.

She’s a ladder.  She climbs herself and pushes others down by their shoulders.
Her road strewn with bodies so blue they’re now broken down, decomposing and black.

She's a slick slip of a dress. The kind you wear once to impress.
Disposable, sheer, and exposed in the light her sex, empty power, and chest.

She’s a liar.   She wears it like a badge of honor.  Have a problem with it?  Then she’ll disown all you honor.  Toss you aside into a pitiless mire.

She’s seared in memory. A lesson learned through hard living and scar tissue history. 

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Outcast








Treat me like an outcast – I call it freedom and bounced out a natural, I'm going to bring it all home.

Think you're winning in the games that you're spinning – I'm on fire with hands hitting hot.  They call me George, I'm winning a lot.

Talk about me as though I’m nothing – I'll call your bluff, there's no push here, just bad luck for you, not worth a wank.

This is my life as an outcast -- I'm boxcars, you're not even my last laugh.  Keep the stickman running and watch me lay waste to your cold table casts.

The tables have turned -- I'm a hard ten, called a women's best friend, while you're killing chickens, not feeding them. 

There are snake eyes staring back at you -- I'm the rhythm roller grinning through and through. No midnight like you thought you threw, you're playing with scared money, and your payment's coming due.

The outcast you tried to outlast -- I would never yield to your sweet as honey imposter ass.  You did not lose the dice, just your money and friends.

Time for you to make amends -- I won't gloat in your face or play pretend, just keep an eye in the sky watching my back until your next game begins.