Thursday

I want to be happy

“I want to be happy” she said!
and in that very moment walked in, with shinning laser boots of wits, cold-blooded red
right into my sorry spleens of pussy-like dread.

wonder woman stuff
all special effects included, with
drama moves and scenic graphs.

glamour and shinning
the end of her legs lost
in 45 angle suicidal climbing.

I was still starring,
hell of a sharp knifes choreography in my guts
when
she marched those high heel boots into my heart
and pissed right all over my sentimental farts

ya’ wanna be sorry for yourself little boy?
are you a highbred stallion or just a broken little selfish toy?

do you drill like you feel
all mushy and no steel?
should I give you another chance
or just open up to the very next alpha phallus romance?

what’s so hard to get it, pappy?
all I want is to be FUCKING HAAAAPPPYYYY!