Her Birthday This Year
"her birthday this year"
she turns 36 in a few days but today she
cooks for the people on her side of the tracks.
“you’re not my boss!” she said today.
“you keep being this way and we’ll always fight!”
I said. “well then I guess we’ll always be
fighting then.”
her last birthday we fought and she plugged
her ears and raised her eyebrows, popping
off at the mouth some child repetitive sentence.
today she cooks and destroys the very little
progress we made.
her anger is a need to remind herself that
she needs constant assurance of herself by
telling me that I am not her boss.
today isn’t her birthday but she’s accomplished
another year inside the same fight against the
demon that introduced himself to her when
she was a kid.
whores can be stupid 99% of the time, they
search for love but blind themselves when
they find it.
I’ve been many a boss at many an establishment
and never loved an employee, her logic and
insecurity are not of me and she knows it.
it’s unneeded but I understand why she feels
she needs to protect the only value she found
on the street, under all those men smeared in
fecal matter.
she called me the devil but in a few days, I’ll be
the boss with my cock in her mouth and my
devilish grin shinning bright.
By: Chicano Eddie
9.12.18
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