Smoking pot

 
The third drink
was fairly enough
to love him more
than she would have
loved him
five minutes before.

She started kissing him
just right at the bar
before they leave
and go at the car.

The day before
her wedding dress
was prepared
innocent white
sewed with ten years
of feeling uptight.

The year before
her virgin boyfriend
asked her to marry him
she cried a lot
she was never good
in controlling happiness
and started smoking pot.

The life before
for sure she was a bird
cause always her duvets,
her pillows and boobs,
were filled with feather
and her luck is like an egg
once broken
pieces never get back together.

Everything was prepared
for a memorable ceremony
everything was
everything would be
the change of her life
the fruit of a new tree.

The unknown old guy
opened the car door
put her inside
and went to pee the tree.
So much alcohol
no space for it
sperm was demanding
didn’t like this shit.

She put on his car seat
a glass of white wine
for him to find it after peeing
and have a laugh and a line.
Before he enters the car
he drew his pants down
to be ready for fun
and the glass, painfully,
entered his arse,
and smashed glasses
cut some veins of his gun.

The doctor said to him
that a guy can live
without having to use his dick,
his impotence should not be
a problem for his mentality
“welcome to the virtual reality”.

She made it to the wedding
but all the night before
she was dreaming of carrots
and spicy cucumbers
screaming out of pain
running after her to eat her vein.

The groom couldn’t make it
he was crying all day
because of a call he received
from far away.
His father had committed suicide
he had come for the wedding
after more than ten years
that he hadn’t seen his son’s fears.

He went to the hospital
saw his dad dead
with blood on his bottom
and bandage on his best friend.

The window was open
he throw himself down,
the bride could see him
wearing her white dress
and red lipstick
feeling like a clown.

She couldn’t believe it
she slapped all the flowers
and throw the holy wine
inside her deep throat gift,
she cried a lot
and started smoking her pot.



Written for the Miss´s  Jade-Pandora comp. "A Terrible Resolve".