It's the marauding massacer...
The Masterpiece
A faster piece
of faster ass
a soul force blast...
I sat in a greasy spoon
when asked for my order
by a pink and lace clad southern Ohio resident
no less it's Tammy I entertained myself..
" I'll have the Pop Tarts."
Now she was in on my plan.
"We don't have Pop Tarts."
she said through the popping and cracking
of a juicy fruit wet dream..
"No, I've brought my Pop Tarts
your only role in my plan of plans,
is the chef."
She seemed confused, her crack, her pop,
her white trash slop it now did stop.
Her breast made her name tag tilt
it said Tammy right on
the top.
I said " You have toast do you not?"
as the curled smoke was evicted from my long since
dormant nose.
"Yes"
a crack, a pop
" I order toast,
you will go in back omit the bread
Pop Tarts in then bring back my snack."
She put her calloused working woman's hand on her hip
that she had just thrust to her left or to her right
replied I think just to spite
"I don't think I'm allowed to do that."
My nostrils flared
my forehead creased
only a strawberry tart could make this cease
Behind my belt, I had my heat
I handed it to the table and folded my paws
on still stained platform or table
not stable
A wibble, a wobble
she filed, I smiled...
To the back she went
and so did my rod...
of faster ass
a soul force blast...
I sat in a greasy spoon
when asked for my order
by a pink and lace clad southern Ohio resident
no less it's Tammy I entertained myself..
" I'll have the Pop Tarts."
Now she was in on my plan.
"We don't have Pop Tarts."
she said through the popping and cracking
of a juicy fruit wet dream..
"No, I've brought my Pop Tarts
your only role in my plan of plans,
is the chef."
She seemed confused, her crack, her pop,
her white trash slop it now did stop.
Her breast made her name tag tilt
it said Tammy right on
the top.
I said " You have toast do you not?"
as the curled smoke was evicted from my long since
dormant nose.
"Yes"
a crack, a pop
" I order toast,
you will go in back omit the bread
Pop Tarts in then bring back my snack."
She put her calloused working woman's hand on her hip
that she had just thrust to her left or to her right
replied I think just to spite
"I don't think I'm allowed to do that."
My nostrils flared
my forehead creased
only a strawberry tart could make this cease
Behind my belt, I had my heat
I handed it to the table and folded my paws
on still stained platform or table
not stable
A wibble, a wobble
she filed, I smiled...
To the back she went
and so did my rod...
95...im glad to say i was there.i was an extra in a spoiled kerouac, meets a drunken drugged out dr. suess story. what happened to us? everything we wanted,...i think. we are all in our picture perfect, slighty aging but idealic lives now, then and immortally. i'm so glad to know that i know paul daly. this fact makes me feel famous.
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