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