chugga chugga chugga choochoo
the little engine that could
hed bet straight odds this little
engine couldnt despite the fierce smoke it emitted
the caboose it hauled
the freight fright
it hauled
it couldnt haul its ass up and
over the mountain and into the valley below if its life depended upon it
Yagotta remember he thought the Little Engine who uttered I think I can –
I think I can – I think I can - I think I can – I think I can – I think I can –
I think I can orgasmically
ITHINKICAN
was a
she-engine
this loosey-goosey one was a
he-engine
black jeans barely hanging onto
his hips
chuggachuggachuggin on his vape
the smoke trailinhangin in the
air ten feet behind him
he made a bet with himself
despite it wasnt nine in the
morning
the he-engine would careen across
the street to the Taco Bell
had he-engine been on his side of
the street he had to admit he would have been tempted to trip himtrip him like
small children who irritated himknew they irritated him he told them Stop they were irritating him
who he tripped landed on their
hands and knees scraped them good
under his breath
Kid fuck with a bull you get the
horns Lesson learned I hope
but of course their
Waaahwahwaaaaahs selfpity drowned out any sensiblecognizant words they
might have spilled
no matter he was up walking away reading his book
wasnt his kid
if his kids acted like that hed have tripped them too he wouldnt stand for that
spare the rod spoil the child
spare the gritty concrete spoil the child
he won his bet
he should have bet himself more
he-engine entered pocketing its vape exited several minutes later with a huge bag of Taco Bell which couldnt possibly have been all for him
it looked like it had some hefty
to it
or he carried it as if it did
and he
huffed and he puffedhe huffed and he puffedhe chuggachuggachugged on his vape
as he waltzed back in the direction from where he came he went around the corner out of sight at the end of the block behind a Mexican restaurant that didnt open until Lunch trailing smoke
he saw one or two more puffs rise
over the top of a restaurant watched the
smoke dissipate
he didnt think the he-engine
ever thought I think I can -- I think I can -- I think I can
Jesus he couldnt help but wonder if maybe he wasnt
one of those boys he trippedhe dropped who never did learn their lesson
Bon appetite
0851, Day-between-Two-Ts, 3 3.
21
1313, Thursday,
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