A Peacock, As Was I

for formerly Bonnie L. Garcia and formerly Marci K. Garcia, with fondness and humility Holistically speaking, she you divorced is one fantastic fitch on a quarterly basis at minimum. That's three months of coerced servitude, bloody attitude, disorderly fits of public theatrics, so on and so forth, for every single frcking year endured with an egg-shedding nut-cracking whore worth exactly half of everything procured by you who's kissed his retirement goodbye from the couch where you live in your mother's den. Forget her! You're a peacock primed to fly! As was I - which is why I get it when I see a brother, sad and confounded, that absent his wife, life's a mother; grounded.