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Brittanny W. Refreshments
by Johnny CrimsonSlapped the edge off my mouth
and put me in my place, stating
that I was "strapping" and decent,
but too Northern to ever get between
her dungarees and skin.
I poured a glass of Sweet Tea and
pulled back the hammer on my Colt revolver
and staring into her doe green eyes I told her
that she was gonna put on a show and like it, 'cause
I might not be southern, but we got hicks in New York too.
05/10/2009 Author's Note: Fucked like a Siamese dream where the two heads split apart and grew into serpents that I never noticed from the angle I had on her.
Posted on 05/10/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/11/09 at 01:05 PM dang...that's brutal...direct, with humor and a bit of salt in your sweet tea...if that makes sense....really enjoyed this |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 05/11/09 at 05:56 PM Wow Sean, wow. I love the slap at the end of this. It's great. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 05/14/09 at 09:09 PM well, you did make this southern girl laugh. |
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