**she thinks she can i know i can**
my sister is visiting
from florida for
1 week 1 week
l o n g
tho
i am truly glad to see
her she's
the older sister
the one that
outdid me titwise
asswide yes and
yes
her mouth is still
like a
megaphone in my ear
like when she bosses me around
(make me a sandwich while yer at it there's a load of laundry in front of the maytag might as well toss it in after yours i brought my computer brainbox so you can clean it out and update it it's been over 2 years let's go see aunt audrey and uncle george they must be old as dirt by now i want to meet yer boyfriend you got one don't you you never tell when you takin me to the casino let's go to walmart k mart berlin mart.... and on
like when we were kids
like she thinks she can
she thinks she can
she thinks she can
still
my ass
and so
we (or i)
did
all
THAT
and
now
the week is gone
by faster than
a deadline
and i've made it
and really
it's not been so bad
i've only had
to endure
no sex with d or m or the rock or
that occasional stray
lay
i'm goin broke
no feeling my wonderful
sexy self
with my fingers or
with the pleasures of
adult paraphernalia
i am an unopen'd
bottle
of
Goldschlager
like a still
still
i don't (can't) tell
her didleysquat she
would have me
arrested if
she knew i
puffed
pot
but
finally
the day has arrived and
i have been up bright and early
like the new day sun
shine
showered shaved
the pits inner thighs powder'd
my twat (not)
the intensity of the night's
anticipation
is is is beyond .... emotion commotion
i want to hump the side of my
own leg
time for sis to go
i will let
it all hang out
look oUT(whoever) tonight
and now
she's here
behind me
on the cell phone
the dogs are
barking bye
bye
bye
wagglin their tails like
a miss america
wave
sis hangs up from
her call taps me on
the shoulder
I GOT GOOD NEWS she ANNOUNCES
what is it i ask
I'M STAYING ANOThER WEEK
gawd
i love my sister
but hey readers
of my freaky
poetry
you will have
to please excuse me now
while
i break from
this lousy poem
spin around
from the confines
of this giant black leather chair and
beat the shit out
of her...
I KNOW I CAN
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