Pumping GasA Poem by JRGood lord the way her a*s fits into them jeans is proof that God loves us and wants for us to be happy she pumps her gas with a steady hand and the clouds reflect back in the cool of her sunglasses pouts her lip in boredom waiting for the tank to fill I’ll bet she’s got a three-car garage and four TVs, streaming all the channels even-cut lawns, maintained by Mexican men with sharp blades and thick rich scent, she’s got a dog with an unpronounceable name and an expensive pill habit three kids, probably named like Jaxon or Hicks and a dick husband who drinks too much and a mortgage that would make a martyr blush but oh my god that a*s in them jeans proves that there is love. © 2020 JR |
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Added on May 12, 2020 Last Updated on May 18, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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