Eurythmics Ive got an angel

                            anhe needed one quick if for no other thing than firingup her wings so he could frantically jump on her back and zoom the fuck out of this place before it fell down on their headshis head 

                                                                                                     he was  uncomfortable

he never bitched about people fucking 

                                          but he thought his kid brother would have the good sense not to fuck a fat chick on his couch 

thats not a knock on the woman

                                 she was fat she knew it  if taking exception to the truth hurt her feelings she could do something about it

though its funny

people badmouth women

his brother was way fat

nobody badmouths a fat manHe’s a big guy.     No  Hes fat

 

he walked in 

didnt knock

it was his place

               all that uncontained pink flesh seemed like it was wall to wall it was a small livingroom cellulite too much to try to explain away cutely fat dimplesChrist he could feel an analogy begging LET ME OUT! FREE ME!  Shudafuckup YOU LISTEN TO ME, IF YARE WORTH YOUR SALT YOU’LL SAY had a point 

                                                                                              Yawouldnt know unless I said he told his wifehe told his girls they wouldnt know how he felthow he deeply felt about them if he didnt say so he antedup he confessed he wanted to confess until the day he died  he didnt read the script he wanted a rewrite damn quick hed never forget the HaNO the trailing twisted laughter followedup with Life’s cruel, get over yourself.

since hes strung tighthairtriggered 

if he felt slighted

he didnt think

why would he   they didnt

maybe afterwards theyd think

think nurse their wounds

WHADAFUCK YA THINKIN OFF THE COUCH GET DRESSED FIND A MOTEL THIS IS MY HOUSEJesusfuckinAChrist 

she went to say something his brother said Shut up. Move. You don’t wanna mess with my brother. he didnt look at him I’m sorry, man, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.

Don talk to me right now Call me when ya get settled 

                                                         he went to his bedroom he didnt want to witness toothpaste stuffed back in its tube

Ya let them off easy, fat dimples; really? Why did that cross your mind? Serious cellulite staring ya in the eyes . jiggling . . quivering . Christ.

Leame alone I donwanna think about it

A frontal lobotomy won’t erase that.

No  Tattooed on my brain etched in my memory

Yare so kind. Etched on our memory. 

Whawas he thinkin?

He was following his cockwasnt thinkin

 

A lot of flesh.

 

Ohfuck wasnt there 

                        An analogyJesus Whawere ya thinkin 

Sorry. I was upset. 

                     Never saw anything like that . . made me wanna tear my eyeballs out.

Our eyeballs

Com’on. Could have shut your eyes immedia . .

. . Whawas seen was seen 

                             Hard to believe

Fat is as fat does.

Thanks Forrest Gump

1417,  Sunday,  18  4. 21

1018,  Monday,  19  4. 21

Eurythmics  I’ve got an Angel  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fk0GiiT2DTw