Hey I'm not obsessed, that's not evil..
your mind is just full of evil that you can't see
beauty in handmade..
Don't criticize, just look at your woman's waist
without a waistband that's a waste of waist..
Buy her "Waist Bead", Let her glow while you stare with sensation...
Let the vim of the waist bead vanquish the spirit of dysfunction and make you a Gladiator in the house of Pontus..
Let you enter the arena and battle while holding your lance like Bacca..
Let the sound of the waist bead summon the spirit of satisfaction...
Let you be bewitched by the waist bead and have a well module immune system
Categories:
bacca, 11th grade, addiction, beauty,
Form: Free verse
"Fill 'er up?" The attendant asked GranDad while chewing on a wad of
bacca with the remnants of spittle on his chin just after hocking one.
"Naw... just give me 10 dollars worth. That'll be good, thank ya'."
"Ok." He said, "But it's miles 'fore the next gas stop. Better think about it."
GranDad rebutted, "Naw... I just need enough to take me down the road
To da' house. It don't take me twenty minutes to get there by foot."
"She 'bout broke down anyways. Don't want to waste my cash on 'er
if she can't take me where I want to go," GranDad said with a chuckle.
"So, just give me 10 dollars. That's all she's worth."
(Written 3 days before the family van was wrecked when we put $10 of gas in it.)
Categories:
bacca, dedication, family, funny, loss,
Form: Free verse