Screw

first time I took an an airplane it was dire two propellers flying the sky of stench oozing the land of a deathly earthquake bodies telling the story of unknowns as ten years old couldn't understand all the drama and operettas I laugh the flies and worms the need of survival was happy to meet Paris a city I was told and not a son of Priam but a prayer we made it safe to casablanca and next to Orly a nightmare of wish as the tilt of a flipper will hardly nourish at the corner cafe and mohammed the corner store owner will hump me with the promise of candies behind the counter as I all could I see was sweets and pants never falling down but the shame lingering and a loaf of bread was a total success and my mother sent me back as pennies hard to find told her my story sharing a bed hush your brothers need you to put a meal on their plate and that is why I ever long for a ***** as how could you do **** to me your little one