Not in this lifetime

He’ll go back to his rightful place…between the legs of a woman or prison. He’ll get there on a Chevelle, Thunderbird, or Mustang. When the tank is full it smells of gasoline. It’s his funeral pyre.
The women, the women, the women.
Remember the cowboy games? And the birthday hats back when they weren’t made in China? There’s a picture of him in someone’s album. He’s smiling, red lipped from drinking punch and holds a knife to a layered cake.
The director will say cut but the acting goes on; it spills like tomato sauce on white table linens. Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?
Never in your life.

Not in this lifetime

Sandor

Palo Alto, United States

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