As night falls the woman waits for her next pervert.
Counting her money and on the alert.
Here he comes now a repeat customer, thank the Lord.
Boyfriend waiting out of sight in back room. watching to insure his money bucket is not hurt and does not get board.
Off with your clothes she yells, get down on your knees, lick my toes you dirty slave.
You have been very bad, you need to be punished to mend your ways.
Out comes a paddle or a whip, tell me you love me you pencil dick.
This time the customer does not respond, his heart has stopped leaving no one to morn.
Holy Crap this mark is dead, woman and boyfriend look at each other filled with dread.
A knock on the door another customer arrives, boyfriend tells him you are sick and in your bed.
What to do with this customer who had a cruel fate, and brought a load of shit to their gate.
No way to get the body out of the house,
neighbors are all over your doings as if they were a hair louse.
A plan is hatched and into the tub. a hatchet and water rub-a dub dub.
Into the glad bags go the body parts,
no problem disposing of the bags, just leave the bags in dumpsters far apart.
True story of what happend to a man in my town. Charges were improper disposable of a human body. Both are out of jail now, waiting for the next Pervert.
See I can out do the DU poet as for bad writing.
HOW ABOUT, DO ANY OF YOU REMEMBER CONNIE FRANCES AND HER " lipstick ON YOUR COLLAR"?
How about " skidmarks on your skivies told a tale on you, skidmarks on your skivies tells me that you need to Poo, there's the toilet paper up there on the shelf, grow up you dirty bum and learn to wipe your self."
My first and last foray into poetry's 1968.
