Ampersands & Unmade Beds

September 25, 2012

Amperstands and Unmade Beds

““Get a life,” said me ex-wife

A curse, a knife

She stabbed so fine

She could be yours

If she weren’t mine

 

I love head

dirty girls in unmade beds

that smell like us by daybreak

adorning nothing but a tan

for tan’s sake

call me a lucky man

 

“Where you going,” said me ex-wife

A bloody curse, a shiny knife

She ripped it every time

She could be yours

If she weren’t mine

 

I love lust

Curvy babes, pink-nippled busts

let me taste your milky stuff

spliff, unmade beds & ampersands

made me a lucky man

 

“Don’t you love me,” said me ex-wife

A Revlon model, green-eyed vice

always waiting up for me

for a lick, a look-see . . .

A lucky man

doin’ what I can

She’s all yours now

gone from the plan

She’s all yours now

 

I loved candy-striper chicks

sucking on Godiva chocolates

Did I tell you I love lust and head?

Ampersands and unmade beds?

Call me lucky

Call me a lucky man

a lucky man

a lucky man

call me

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About memoirpoet

I've been faking it as a writer for more than 30 years. Keep that low.
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