snowplow driver

the whore said,

“you’re not getting

in my pants,” i said,

‘but i love you.” he

asked me what his

name was. i said,

“but i love you,”

with my million

dollar smile.

 

afterward we played

in the snow.

 

smart people can

be intriguing and

easy. god blesses

ugly people with

big dicks. he said,

“you’re grotesque

and revolting,”

with spit running

down his chin.

 

afterward we played

in the snow.

 

 

blue hair means

something. i don’t

know what yet.

i’d pay for it.

 

sometimes there

are only green

haired albinos. he

said, “what you like,

my best friend forever?”

i grabbed him by his

overstuffed ears.

 

afterward we played

in the snow.

 

one growled, “does old

man winter blow?” he’s

no more than 120

including cock hanging

in a meat locker. i

have a sweltering heart.

i offered him someplace

warm. he was afraid to

ask, “for free?”

 

 

afterward we played

in the snow.

 

the weatherman predicts

another eight by morning.

i will be on time and a half.

 

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