Do You Believe?
sponsored by
Celibate Recovery(a town in one of only three California Congressional
Districts
of fiftythree(or 0.0566 per cent) whorecorded(she liked that) a majority vote for Willard Romney for president in 2012)
of fiftythree(or 0.0566 per cent) whorecorded(she liked that) a majority vote for Willard Romney for president in 2012)
she couldnt help herself
to the left of the query of Do
You Believe? was a broad crucifix a collage of faces of fervent beatific men
women and children
Who were they trying to kid
she lived there and day after day
she was approached by these kind of pictured pious men who surreptitiously propositioned
her and then scoffed when she snarled Beat it Buddy Hit the road
Dont let the door hit you on the ass on your
way out
they acted as if she didnt know
what she was missing
Lemme guess
touting the frenetic missionary
position(I aint submissive) without foreplay
ten sublime seconds of rooting then
cumming and going without any real sense
or idea that a woman wants and needs her satisfaction too
Wait!
Wait!
Dont go away mad Ahhuh
Just go
away
she had to be fair
Do You Believe? was sponsored by
Celebrate Recovery(in a city of the aforementioned Congressional District) that
had gotten her goat exercised her worked her emancipated autonomy
begged her slippery venom since she moved there as a young girl with her
parents who sought for their family a rural setting to live in and believed it would be a far better place to be raise their daughters than in urban
surroundings where they had begun their lives because their parents wanted to
raise them with unfettered access and failed to realise the unexpected consequences
those accesses might provide them and couldnt be revoked because they
said so
their Becauses and Noes were
short-lived reasons and long-term excuses
Oh the Tits for Tats
Oh the What goes round comes
round
Do You Believe?
shed already thrown
her car in reverse and through her rearview and side mirrors she watched their
patriarchy slip past and into the ordained obscurity that was hers to deem and
per her fathers skillful instruction she ran her car mirrors in ecclesiastical rotation
Stations of the Cross to identify what was coming up behind her and remain alert
to their presence
he taught her the right hand lane
was to be traveled in the left to pass but there was always some yahoo driving below
the speed limit to gum up the works because it seemed they wanted the world to
run at their pace
not
what was efficient
or law-biding
Wasnt God above the Law
of course he wasnt
though you really couldnt in all
honesty reprimand figments of ones i(magi)nation
No best those
tender bits were left alone
bypassed
Buhbye Moomoochachu(horrible -- she
always got that wrong -- but it made her laugh)
and cutting inside their languishing vehicles she
passed to their right but slowed down just enough to look through their
passengers window at their fixed profiles and white-knuckled grip at the wheel and
waved with her right exaggerated crocodiles jaws chomping and mouthed over
the top of them Buhbye Moomoochachu before accelerating up to the posted speed limit
her father wouldnt take kindly to
her taunting(she wouldnt say)
but he would be pleased she traveled
in the right lane
No She Didnt Believe
1612, Day-Between-Two-Ts, 9 9.
15
2240, Saturday,
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