A New Trick For An Old Dog
“A NEW TRICK FOR AN OLD DOG”
today as I walked down the
street, an old whore yelled
out for me. I turned around
and she walked up, it was
close enough for me to smell
the remnants of the night
life in dark alleys.
she says, “What would you
say respect is?” I was quick
with the reply: “Respect to
me, is knowing when to fight
in life and knowing when to
back off from that fight
because life will fight it
for you.” I take a drag of
my cigarette. “…but that’s
just me. Respect is subjective.”
she looks on as if my thought
was introduced as a sperm
that quickly grew into a full
adult. “So, if someone is
talking **** about me, you’re
saying just let it go?”
she asks. “Yeah… pay no
mind to cheap conversation.”
the old whore pulled up her
stockings, gave her lips a
touch up of lipstick and
smiled. “Well ****,” she said.
“These fools can take their
opinions and shove them all
up their asses.” she walked
away a little taller than
she had found me. I realized
in that interaction, I gave
the old whore advice none of
her male buyers could give
her in all those years.
my father said I’d always
be a loser with nothing to
offer anyone.
I guess I showed him.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-28-2016
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016
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