18+ an offensive poem that I'm sure a few of you can relate to? Or at least I hope so... |
-Driving That Car- (18+) by Keaton Foster There She stands No one Calls her ma’am Fine young lady She is everything shady So wild and so crazy Impossibly sleazy A real freaky deeky A real cunt of a bitch But she has no leash No one controls her How could they ever She is her own light And eternal darkness She will never Under any circumstance Ask for forgiveness And to her I can relate I without question understand I may be a simple man Just some guy With his dick in the sand With his balls in his hands But her and I Are very much alike She does not hate God She just does not know him She does not reject faith She just doesn’t have any She, like so many of us Are in that space between Doing what feels good Doing what comes natural Doing what we want Above and without regard For what is right And what is right to us To her, is indeed ludicrous What is clearly wrong Now there is something That we can get into Think of our lives as ones Where people acutely aware Of how immortal they are Enter a lion’s den With a porkchop around their neck Of course it makes no sense Of course it could get us killed But then again within such a process We will live far more than most And for us, that is more Than we could have ever hoped Enamored, she screams This poem is about me So continue if you please I of course agree Something special she is indeed A rarity in a world of wolves A poisonous fish in a shark tank No one will eat her But everyone wants a bite Well really just a nibble The slightest bit of a taste Not enough to kill them But enough to experience All that she is offering Once they have their fill They of course move on But she will not She stands true Doing what she wants If not to one man Than every other Some might call her a whore Some say she is a slut Some are certain that she Will die of some awful Four letter disease But not I Not a man that can relate She won’t die Because unlike so many Again and again She will truly live I won’t say that I can And will always agree With all that she does But I without question Believe in the idea that life Like hers and mine Are ours alone to decide Faith is not required Morals are not so needed Right and wrong Are lines increasingly blurred To us fate is in control In our hearts and minds We are driving that car… Driving That Car Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |