Floating down the river
he spots a large beaver.
I mean this sucker was bigger,
miserable and bitter.

He sailed even deeper
into the swamp for some dinner.
He passed by the dipper,
the dither,
the dreamer.

He couldn't escape
the fever of her figure.
Not with his finger,
not even a fissure.

Back to the freeway
he beckoned come hither.
He wanted in her to reach her inner.

He'd become the killer
who kissed her on the kisser.
He did it with scissors.

She slithered then withered.

He's not much of a believer,
and he will not reconsider,
until her body has been delivered.

10/22/2012