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How I got my Jacket back (Prose Poem) by luzrheroguy

The girl was a cock tease She'd been on my nut sack all night Then the bitch left me I don't know why It could have been the bouncer Who'd been chasing me all night It might have been the 8 ball of cocaine I did off her ass Or maybe it was the police man Who came knocking on the cheap hotel room door What ever it was The bitch left me So there I was Naked in the back-streets of Amsterdam My clothes hanging from the fire escape Of some hooker's apartment When I noticed a car coming down the alleyway And I decided to do something desperate I jumped onto the hood of the car Guy thought he'd killed me He stopped and got out He didn't notice the crowbar in my hand I don't know where I found it Probably by that trash can over there Cause if not, I have no idea I cold clocked him He had nice taste I borrowed his nice ar-mani suit And the cash contents of his wallet I left the credit card though I only stole because I was desperate Not because I plan on making a career out of it He happened to have been driving Oddly enough, A Volkswagen Jetta So I drove to the local hash bar And of yea... They were open So I wasted all my money It wasn't until then that I realized My plane ticket home was in my Jacket pocket So after smoking another bowl or two I got back into my borrowed car Drive thru the red light district trying to figure out Where the fuck that alley way was When I saw her standing on the corner Wearing my Jacket Bitch Standing next to her was her pimp Who also happened to be the policemen Apparently they had this scam going to rip off Americans Lets just say I didn't like that I didn't like that at all So I walked up to the bitch Then Things got a little fucked See her pimp He might not have been a cop But he sure as hell had a gun And I, having started out this adventure naked Didn't So when he told me to back off I thought about it I got into my borrowed Jetta I even started the engine Then It hit me An inspirational flash This car isn't mine And I'd have a hard time explaining What the fuck happened Without a damn good lawyer When it dawns on me I can kill three birds with one stone I grab the heaviest thing I can find in the car Which happens to be this guy's book bag I put it in gear, and floor the brake Lowered the bag to the gas petal and opened the door I took aim and as the tires started squealing My foot came off the brake And I closed that door quicker than shit And thats how that story ends

luzrheroguy 12-Mar-05/11:27 PM
I bet. I know nothing about Amsterdam. I merely choose it to be the setting at random.




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