To the man in the slate grey Chevrolet…
You saw me looking good Walking my mutt dog in the neighborhood I was looking irresistible Swinging my grocery bag of his fecal material Swish, swish, side to side the bag went, just like my fly hips and thighs You adjusted your side mirror Leaned back to see me a bit clearer Nodded your head up and down, down and up As if to say, “Damn, girl, what’s up?” “What’s up? You talking me...” He, In the slate grey Chevrolet While I was walking my mutt dog in the neighborhood Looking irresistible Swinging my grocery bag of his fecal material Was it me or the aforementioned material That you found so irresistible? Slowing down with your window down Getting wound, wound up, up in your truck So I decided to huck Huck that grocery bag of his fecal material Into your vehicle With you up, up so high like a stick to the sky So that my bag scored a ringer on your erect thinger That’s how I roll Walking my mutt dog in the neighborhood Looking good Hucking that bag of his fecal material Straight in to your degrading vehicle
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Naomi
5/26/2014 10:58:46 am
phenomenal. Thanks for this, Val.
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Val
5/27/2014 03:29:26 am
Thanks, Naomi! And a few shout outs to you as, you know, you race and get married and be an all around brilliant woman!!!
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Ashley
5/26/2014 03:00:44 pm
love this.
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