Care To Share, I Always Say
"CARE TO SHARE. I ALWAYS SAY"
I sat in the green booger today,
reading and waiting.
I lit my cigarette and let the smoke
make love to everything it touched.
there was a pep boys auto service
to the right of me and music blared
out of the garages: sweet home
Alabama and I swear.
dreadful combination if you ask me
but to the technicians inside, just a
distraction until it's time to go home
and tickle their whores.
my cigarette eventually came down
to the filter and as I turned the page,
my mouth opened and a sneeze shot
out like a German celebrating a victory
the moment their tank hatch opened.
it was then, I let out a hot and steamy
passing of gas.
I looked around to see if anyone was
there to hear or smell it but I was alone.
the music had stopped and I knew that
I'd have to wait for another opportunity
to create this perfect combination of
mucus
and gas.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-21-2016
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016
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