‘Cause the way I see it, Babe, you’re fucked!
The head gasket blew ~
“Last Chance Dealership” was a 100 miles back;
I see our trip to Vegas slowly fading fast
’cause your fucking truck
is now a piece
of fucking junk!
but how you look babe
in your rugged-down
crotch-hugging jeans –
Shit!
you bitch
to spit
black tar saliva
onto a red scorpion
slugging innocently by
‘Shit’ is the word,
I silently ponder
as I contemplate
a 1/2 second nightmare
beneath the extreme exhaust
of blistering desert weather
whether I should let
the buzzards siphon film
from my cunti,
or is it cacti?
The front hood unexpectedly slams down hard
and my mouth grows parched ~
a thirst I could easily quench
from my lover’s sweat
but we’ve run out of whiskey
and instead of surviving on
week old iron kids bread
we feed the buzzards, and
listen unnervingly
to the erotic sound
of masticating death ~
clutching my lover’s arm
for putting me in this mess, I confessed:
Dearest Satan,
I hope you have plenty of slot machines down in Hell
’cause the way I see it, my babe’s fucked!
My lover’s voice suddenly pitched
right before I pushed him into the ditch
of the buzzards den.
Better you than I,
I grinned.
