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By coujeaux Date: 2005 Jun 27 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.27.12.19.32096]] |
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Pins and needles, sit yourselves down; I'm gonna tell y'all a story 'bout sticks and stones, Standoff 'tween southern jadedog vs. yellowspined blue-eyed lass who love suckin' bones. Like most his-'n-her tales, it started off sweet; thought each other was neat, it all felt right, And nothin's quite as satisfyin' as diggin' in an' gorgin' yourself on some brand-new delight. Sure enough, turn one back, here comes first crack then another and another, brittle prize, Save for endless brickwall excuses tailending the finale that I swore I'd eventually pulverize. Now some stew on it on just what to do on it; that was me for awhile, figured I'd let her slide, Set my tongue to better uses like licking wounds in an attempt to salvage my remaining pride. Little pick-me-ups here, there; nice diversions, I had my share and considered what was next, Then a diabolical juxtaposition entered my mind, inspired by a necklace my friend once hexed. In it she imbued positive vibes, a protective magick meant as shield against blackhearted sort, Idea occurred to me that I could set my defense on the offensive as a means of mystical retort. So I got to learnin' 'bout the particulars of occult manipulation, found a spell I thought would do, Followed instructions precisely; by coincidence, it worked nicely; her next best thing fell through. She got kicked to his curb so fast her nickname became a verb I quote when a boy gets a piece, And shows her the door like a two-bit whore with no tip to show for her swordswallower expertise. See Dick, see Jane, watch Dick run, see Jane chase Dick; let 'em discard icecrotch drama queens, I'll find me some ne'er-done-well with a sad story to sell and take her to reign Hell in New Orleans. 02/20/2004 |