Canto 69

Canto 69  

Behold, her legs spread eagle  
A perfect V  
Making a peace sign midair  
On a kitchen table  
Freedom  
 
And you pucker your asshole  
It whispers, “come hither”  
And I oblige  
 
What follows is a true and accurate description of the events May 14, 2020  
A day that will live on in infamy  
Immortalized  
In these words  
 
She come to my house around 2 or 3 in the morning. Drunk off that white girl rum. She was sloppy and looking for Dick. I was straight again and back on the pussy wagon.  
 
I could tell she’d been munching on some buffalo wings because you can always tell that shit afterwards- no matter how many wet naps you use. She had them orange finger tips and spicy breath.  
 
Now lots of folks will tell you that when a bitch eat celery, her pussy tastes delicious like pineapples. But few folks know that when a bitch eat buffalo wings, a bitch’s pussy gets tangy overtones. Robust and earthy flavors. It’s a goddamn delicacy.  
 
I myself had been having gumbo and a similar thing happens to a man’s seed, I know this first hand as well. So I says to myself... perhaps a little tit for tat before I ram myself hard up in her like the dirty little slut she is.  
 
“69”... The position and term dates back to Aristotle, who use to blow little boys while they sucked him off, each head pointed towards opposite poles. I told her all about the history of 69ing, then demanded she put her head on my cock while I went to town on her turkey purse. Gobble gobble, yah following?  
 
But bitch wouldn’t cum, no matter what I did with my tongue. I tried giving her the Don Diego, the dirty Swede, every trick I had. She just moaned and said harder. And me? I’m ready to explode and if I do that, it’s gonna be a little while before I can fuck this bitch and take her ass cherry cause I ran out of my emergency Viagra supply earlier this week and Big John said it would be a week before he could fill it again.  
 
Finally I couldn’t take anymore and came straight in her eye. The extra spicy semen from Mom’s special gumbo burned her iris and she screamed in agony. She cried and then started cursing me and threatened to leave. I slapped her across the side of her face that housed her good eye and explained she had no depth perception now. Like it or not, we were stuck together till morning.  
 
So we lying there in bed and she starts talking about Trump and I realize this bitch is a Trump supporter. I says to her... “you dumb fucking slut, don’t you realize how misogynistic that man is?” Fucking idiot.  
 
I woke her up at the ass crack of dawn, fucked her in the derrière, and told her to lose my fucking number. I will not abide the sort of callous disregard for human beings that her lot represents.  
 
I needed a clean fuck. Something to redeem my faith in mankind. I called up the widow McKenzie, who told me to come right over. She was twenty years my senior.  
 
Behold, her legs spread eagle  
A perfect V  
Making a peace sign midair  
On a kitchen table  
Freedom  
 
*fin*