Closing TimeMature

Last night 'round closing time

she swallowed the salvation salesman

she had found when she was backstroking

in the bottom spittle of a longneck bottle.

For two hours he assured her-- the sheath

of his shiny knife pressed against her backside-

that everything, everything- had gone south

to shit, so she best shut up, buckle up,

and just say fuck it 'cause it's just

easy, eeaassyy, eeeasassseeeyyy now,

eeeeaaaasssseeeeyyy now---that way.

The End

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