Mockery

I would not be a bit surprised if one day I were to cross paths with a Hispanic leprechaun who is packing ten inches of erectile bliss...

A midget knight in shining armor who keeps my pot of sacred gold hidden at the foot of a beautiful rainbow

Tattooed from head to toe...

One of those boys out there who still look for that traditional housewife who doubles as an insatiable acrobatic nympho...

Swagger, off the chain...and dick for days

Mind of an ancient scribe who has followed the scent of my sacred lotus since Egypt, when Ptolemy did proudly reign..

I have forever been a true wind dancer, so I can only imagine my essence riding upon the winds of an African heat wave..

The last boy who arrived to claim his turf must have missed his mark by a very narrow margin...or maybe he thought he would fare well by playing ridiculously hard to get...

I know that we were set in stone that night back in January..everything seemed as if it was right on point..

Then, as always, those nasty fucking harlots started crawling out of our woodwork...and there was one in particular who, it turns out, was a goddamned pro...

Somehow, she had me ...down to my sales of high end wallets and handbags...it was like I was staring at a portrait of the person I planned to eventually be...like my long lost great aunt ...our hair color even matched..

Then, suddenly I understood her brilliance in the form of schemes and mockery against me...everything she stood for was a lie.....the way she plays the game

She left six dollars in an envelope at the front desk of her chiropractor with a note that told me to get on the bus and meet her in Reno....

I thought that I was on my way to meet that boy who said he was going to get us a Tuscany suite at the Peppermill hotel and casino...that was part of our plan

But, as it turns out, he was a bitch playing right alongside her...a piss poor excuse of a man..

I was convinced that I held the truth in the palm of my hand...but nothing at all came anywhere near to becoming the way it was planned...

Then again, come to think of it, these are MY PLANS that I speak of here...if ever they fall upon any other ear, then they cease to ever exist

I have missed the same tired old cunt of a train way too many times before..

But, those were only plans...you bitch ass mother fuckers can't touch my fantasies...in fact, I dare any of you to even try..

Your hater faces that your mother couldn't even love looking forward trying to surpass me..your whore legs behind you tilted as far as you can get them up in the sky....

Why me?

I will ask you all this simple question as many times as it takes for all of you to get a fucking clue...

You could not handle being me, believe me...and You will never succeed in making my existence weak and unfortunate , as are the likes of every one of you..

Just for the sake of  lackluster curiosity, can you explain to me what it is that you expect out of me, other than what you have stolen in your own sweet time?

I cannot give you the rhythm that you were born without, nor the words for you to scramble until you figure out your rhyme..

I won't let you rob anyone of the shit that you have not earned nor commit the crimes that you commit thinking you will come out in the clear..

You all listen in to everyone else's business so often that you cannot possibly ever hear your own call from within...

Helen Keller, reincarnated in exchange for mortal sin, which becomes a win, win situation for all.....

10/21/2018

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