I Want To Watch You Take A Shit, Part 4--At the Rest Stop

(submitting my next assignment from Gary)


Frank knew that corvette
each time it pulled into his gas station
(like clockwork , every Thursday...)
weather-worn siding, rusty door hinges
made for stark contrast
against the car
souped to the max--
he knew something was up.

No fancy cars like that ever came this way
(until ....)

Driver gets out,
makes his way to the can
(just like always)
buys no gas.

Didn't seem odd at first
(until....)
the other guy started coming
an hour after Corvette guy.

So Frank watched.
And installed a camera
in the crap room stall.
(it's not voyeurism, if it's "security")

With each grunt and push
out came a little baggie,
with white contents...
then safely stowed behind a loose tile
in the wall,
picked up by Guy #2
(no pun intended)

"I'll be god-damned"
went through Frank's mind
(until...)
he started swapping the tiny baggies
for ones filled with flour
before Guy #2 arrived.


"Yep! A few more (shit) loads
 of these, and I'll be basking
on a warm beach
somewhere, not here"

Frank pushed a greasy lock
of hair
from his eyes, and
re-counted the cash
from the sale of the shit crusted coke bags
(while the tumbleweeds blew
and the camera's green light blinked on).