The Plan Went Awry
"THE PLAN WENT AWRY"
I see hundreds of these females
inside that courthouse. they all
stand there: the rich, the poor,
the borrowers and the undercover
street whores. these are the ones
who lick the popsicle stick and open
their flytraps at night and pull out
freshly baked cookies from the oven
in the afternoon. they all have plans,
some diabolical scheme to rip a man's
life apart. somewhere though, they
lose their objective. all but the visitors
are dressed well enough to clown the
eyes of Goliath and just mundane
enough to give their fraudulent
stories a voice. the heels are worn,
the skirts are tight enough to hug
the shape of their popsicle taking donkey
and the floss dead center is obvious.
(I look to give that choice of theirs fulfillment),
the cones are out, squeezed together
to veer the eyes of decision, the makeup
and hair stands a status their husbands
have never seen for their late night tickle.
if you ever find yourself inside these
courthouses, listen carefully. the
sounds of those heels echoing as they
walk, call attention to those who
know these females. they're in there
to take children away, to take money
away and put on a show so good, an
Oscar will be delivered to their front
door. I lost faith in the female when
I met my mother. I lost hope for
females twenty years ago. I see
these females are the offspring of the
whores that ran in round one. it isn't
the mighty dollar that is the root of
all evil, it is the mighty filthy flytrap.
they ruined my plans for global
coitus annihilation.
By: Chicano Eddie
3102017
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