natural selection (to Twyiana Garland)A Poem by renascencewomanTwyiana always said someone was in the street when they were messing up; when they got their comeuppance, they got hit and should've stayed on the curb or front porch. she'd have me laughing for hourslate this afternoon old man charlie and granddaughter anne were doing some field work (and it’s about damn time, too!). somehow the tractor kept going, turned around a few feet away and ran both of them over. Uh-huh. There’s been no word regarding their condition. No one knows why they were in the field " watching " waiting to get hit.
he said she’d be something if she knocked off a few pounds and quit acting ethnic. now he’s recovering nicely in icu. witnesses say he was in the street and didn’t quite make it to the curb.
claiming to speak for every woman, missy just stepped off that day. police didn’t say why she left the front porch or how that train could jump the tracks and smack that a*s five blocks away.
this train is black and gory; that tractor’s bound for glory.
What’s the fascination with moving violations? late this afternoon Uh-huh. he said she’d be something claiming to speak for every woman, this train is black and gory; What’s the fascination with moving violations? ate this afternoon Uh-huh. he said she’d be something claiming to speak for every woman, this train is black and gory; What’s the fascination with moving violations? ate this afternoon Uh-huh. he said she’d be something claiming to speak for every woman, this train is black and gory; What’s the fascination with moving violations? © 2015 renascencewoman |
StatsAuthorrenascencewomanAboutsince i was a kid, i considered myself a reader. when i couldn't find material i liked, i started writing. i'm on a twenty something year writer's block. i just want to hang out with other writers. :) more.. |