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
