I got me a black widow
workin
hard all the time
but she aint workin for me
shes got eyes glued to what works
for her
and Ive got her back
believe
me Ive got her back
Im damn near in love with her shaking her sweet black ass
that doesnt make me a hit at home
my girlfriend she appreciates my reasons
but no matter
she cant imagine anyone
in love with a widow
mebbe mebbe shes
jealous
of
my enthusiasm my fealty
why dont I move her along she asks
Im not saying kill her she
says Move her along
I cant see why
why would I evict her from a place
she made a home of
a
bit messy sure
but she lives hand to mouth day to day
something
likely wed fail at if it fell to us
wed have to
go outside accepted social bounds out of
bounds outlaws
I think
theres plenty we can learn from her
we need only step back and appreciate her
efforts
or mebbe mebbe
shes jealous
shes seen her suitors crawling over each other to capture her eye heaped on each other
like runes or tea leaves on the bottom of her
tin sleeved crib
rather their remains
theirs like the unctuous brittle empties scattered
mell pell
those insect carapaces under the
roped and sticky filaments of her wild Madhatters web
spun erratically quickly
who
has time for structured
efficiency is Queen
I dont care about any of that
I dig her
I dig she chose my mailbox to
be and live in
her small payment
her tithe to me
she dont lay eggs
and with that agreement in force
and honored
I have no reason to banish her
she retreats when my girlfriend opens
the mailbox to gather the mail
informed by her
fear
I tell her she respects her
discomfort
thats why she recoils
when I show
she hangs out
swings her
sweet black ass
extends
her legs
cutting a brilliantine black star in the sunrays
she casts
her shadow
a
doppelganger
the
only species that dares get close to her
shes imposin
shes delicate
its not often one can use two disparate words to describe the same thing
I got me a black widow
a sweet black ass
1226, Thursday, 11
6. 15
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