A Likely Story

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A Likely Story

Long hair and high heels,
Red lipstick and tight clothes,
Convertible wheels,
Sunny with light breeze that blows,
Her blonde hair.

Short skirt, low cut top,
She’s a beautiful girl.
I wish she would stop
And take me for a whirl.
Yet, not here.

She doesn’t want me,
An interstate trucker,
My days so lonely,
I wish I could fuck her,
Only where.

Truck stop up ahead,
Need gas, coffee, and food,
What I see instead,
Is her and in the mood,
Now, right there.

I park my big rig
And she approaches me,
She’s no girl, you dig,
A man. I’m so horny.
I do fear

I may have my way
Right now with her or him,
Once, I eat today.
He says his name is Jim.
He’s a queer

What the fuck, he’ll do.
Any port in a storm,
Switch names, call him Sue.
How you? My name is Norm.
Wanna beer?

We get a room but
I can’t go through with it.
He is such a slut
Through my pants he bit
Pubic hair.

Preferring my truck,
I fondled his big tits.
On my cock he sucked,
But only that was it
What we shared.

No way, am I gay.
I needed someone who
Got me through the day.
You would, too, if you knew.
You don’t care

How lonely it is,
Driving a truck all day,
Who cares hers or his,
And that don’t make me gay
I’m no queer.

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7 Comments
TsothaTsothaabout 10 years ago

Amusing and unexpected. Held me through to the end. Nice descriptions, good pace, and I like the trucker's thoughts at the end. :)

SongslingerSongslingerabout 10 years ago
aww sheeottt....

You know the melody?

D'yuh know the rhythm style?

Yah know, I pull this off

I think you better smile

an hour or two....

It's....ah..the supressed laughter just..

Primes the hoots 'n cackles

And in my premonistic state It still a hurry up and wait kinna dream

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screeeeamm..... THANK YOUuuu... THANK YOUuu

'' Let's hear it for..SONGSLINGULAR ON HIS SLIDING KAZOOooo''

''Thank You, good nite!!"

tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
ME-THINKS HE PROTESTS OVERLY

unless his life was shattered by another, TK U MLJ LV NV

lorencinolorencinoover 16 years ago
Jumble of image and lust

I like the way the words jumble along creating the sense of disquiet that grows stronger the further you travel into this poem.

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