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Peacock Fight (Free verse) by vito0090

I'm sitting at a bar. There's a girl to my left who is cute as fuck. She is young, great body, short short hair coiffed to the tune of $200. She's hanging with a guy who I would describe as nondescript except for the fact that he's drinking a Grape Nehi. Pansy. So I'm reading and eating and drinking and perusing and minding my own business when this really really cute girl walks up to the bar. She is young, great body, short short hair wearing a funky jacket which must have set her back in the neighborhood of $500. She was girl # 1's doppleg?nger. You should have seen girl #1's eyes boring deep, deep into the soul of girl # 2. The hatred was palpable. It made me uncomfortable to watch. I thought peacock fights were illegal?

horus8 3-Mar-03/11:48 AM
Joy and gay are very similiar feelings. Girls that talk too much while boasting such trivial posturings as the expensive haircut coupled by a nice coat, need not frequent a bar, because sir, they belong in lounges at upscale hotels with titles like 'the cherry room' or 'steers' the 'An ace polo club' 'the third chucker fucker' and 'fencing is for fags'. see? Therefore, you lie. transvestite in wig with fig that jig on crack to back door a hot sandwich do not a imposter look alike make fake rubber chicken mallot to the pot for a cupie doll (cucumbers should be warmed prior to inserting)... but gosh you're imaginative.




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