How Many Licks?
I never preface my work
But then again
There are very few rules I actually play by…
This is a forced write, as in “no choice”
All day, decisions have been made for me
So I decided on my way home
To do this, give or take outcomes unwanted
This is probably going to suck
And not in the “blow job on a roller coaster” type way
But in the “can’t get to the gum, cause my cavities killing me”
Lollipop sort of way
I hit a dog in my truck, made an awful sound I probably won’t shake anytime soon
I remember two things, one: I told Danielle I wouldn’t take this road anymore
And two, shit… this truck is brand new
I thought about the dog third
What kind of guy does that make me?
Better yet
Do I care?
There’s a part of that road that takes you by a lake
It’s beautiful, which sounds gay, but fuck it
Too much shit is ugly
And I can’t help commenting out loud about it
Cue the slap to the shoulder
I just embarrassed us in public
I know what the road was thinking:
The dog should have hit me…
I wonder how many of my cigarette butts lie in the dust that sneaks to the side.
I smoke another and let the wind peel it from my tips
It bounces twice
And disappears
Music wasn’t an option today
Linkin Park just didn’t seem rational
If I wanted to scream, I had to do it myself
To the right
I saw the lake
At work I attempt to avoid the inevitable
In this case, the inevitable is 5”7’
Jet black hair
Perky tits
Combat boots
And one of those G-strings that that tests a mans will power because for Christ Sakes
I can fucking see it
It left your pants, it’s in my face
And I want to lick it
Please God don’t let her bend down
Whispering to me while I ring someone up
Her breath on my neck leaves heat on a cold heart
I stumble and give the wrong change
The customers pissed
But so am I….
Doors close at eight
By nine twenty I’m knee deep in “nothing to gain”
We use pillows we hope to sell tomorrow to soften the ground
Bare assed, we try not to stain what we can’t afford
With so much to lose
We gain momentum
The rhythm gets lost in the lust
And it’s over before it began
I count the register in silence
And think about the dog
She looks at me for approval from over the counter
And like a good boss should
I tell her she can go
The drawer was off twenty dollars
I’m pretty sure the bitch ripped it off
Smiled as she left with gas money and a “who fucked who?” grin
I deserved it, and she was worth it
So I blame it on the previous shift
And leave a note
It’s dark
And I’m on that road again
The one I swore I’d stop taking
It’s unrealistically dangerous
Even a bad ass like me runs out of chances…..
One of these days I’m going to look at the lake too long
My gaze will linger and my truck will drift
And I won’t make it home
To make sure that I write
And somebody else will describe my demise…
They’ll attempt it poetically...
But something tells me they’ll preface it….
It will be forced…
They’ll have “no choice”….
And it’s probably going to suck…
In a terrible, terrible…
Lollipop sort of way