Good Woman

Two lithium and a cigarette:

the recipe for a normal me.

Add two olives, shaken

not stirred; then I'm

shaken, but don't stir

don't assault.

"Don't shoot!"

he slirs, through his

whiskey-induced

intolerance but

his eyes always dare me.

What do you call that?

Oh yeah,

the smart eye. He

smart-eyed me while

his mouth begged but

I figure everything

that comes out of his mouth

is a goddamn lie.  He

is still talking so

he must want it and

a good woman will

always give her man

what he wants,

whether it's a bullet hole

or a blow job.

Reviews

[FlatLineBeauty]

Wow I liked this. Very nice and well written. You seem to be very witty

[Antoñyo]

Wow...clever...I thought it started extremely interesting in regards to the making of (you or) a woman, took a quick left turn on me build held the interest...clever, clever write. Something different

Thanks for sharing