The Pimp, the Trick and the Fix

"Its like putting on an old pair of boots"
she said,
swimming in her pool of blood,
whistling in the cock pit of nightfall:
"Put up your kindly-hood and
gimme your piece!"

The fix walks in
slamming the door...

She was skanky,
her hair matted,
defaced like a
sexy red headed hooker after eating
5 TBS of crimson colored pasta sauce;
smeared across the walls of the room.
A celebrity stranger rests inside a frame
glaring at the silverware in the bathroom sink
thinking what a shame.

The bastards wife caught wind of
the excitement and sniffed her way past security
ending up at our place with a 5th of Tequila
around midnight,
ready for a rage of extreme violence.

The walls of the place where hot, dead prisms.
It made her ass look large in the warm sunlight
were the light flashed brightly upon her breasts

She striped,
her leg long.....a masterpiece,
the other,
torn off by hatred.

Turned on by her appearance
the trick fell to his knees,
asking the goddess for her forgiveness.
He was hung,
but because he was like a dude
he was also miss-understood.
The wart was large in size
cubical and eerie with puss oozing.

The pimp appears,
strangled by a suicide punk
"I am in love with a widow
soon to be you fucking skunk!"
He walks slowly into the room,
the trick seeing his wife
behind him.

The sound of drums begin to rack his brain
as his heart begins loosing control of the pain.
The sweat pours from his dirty brow,
The cunt with a frown moving slowly now.
She was twenty-four in a hotel room
alone with another chick.
The pimp, shot in the chest
and a rag doll sitting in the corner
hiding from confrontation

Wife, semi-automatic, rage, violence.
A careful aim and the pull of a trigger
......deception, silence, then death, stench and
MURDER!!


.....By David L. Olmstead