Saturday, October 02, 2010
Twin Sisters
Our real Daddy travels.
We get many packages
wrapped by foreigners.
Our at-home Daddy is “Clint”
nicknamed after Eastwood. He
actually says GO AHEAD, MAKE
MY DAY! First line of The Moron's
Natural Anthem. Understood that
Mom keeps him for the bed-thrust.
Viagra adds to it, presumably. They
worry about us as sexual beings
but art's our lust. Mom, in one
of her cogent moments bought us
memberships in the town art center.
We’re there late hours, so
Clint picks us up to shield
against the army of perverts
patrolling its borders. Sisters,
ordinarily reserved, babble all
the way home like we-we piggies!
Also, throw in a lot of sleazy expressions
and sexy hints for Clint and Mom to con-
duct a CIA analysis over kitchen espressos.
So, off to college next year!
And different ones. Hey, we
tweeted before it was possible--
don't have to live together. Clint
and Mom toyed with boutiquey ones.
Dad thought Ivy, but we convinced
him and his money that huge state
universities with thumping art departments
would make it in our identical eyes. Been
lectured as to large, licentious temptation
there, vice multitudinous! Oh well, be nice
to have boyfriends. If they
don’t get in the way.
Our real Daddy travels.
We get many packages
wrapped by foreigners.
Our at-home Daddy is “Clint”
nicknamed after Eastwood. He
actually says GO AHEAD, MAKE
MY DAY! First line of The Moron's
Natural Anthem. Understood that
Mom keeps him for the bed-thrust.
Viagra adds to it, presumably. They
worry about us as sexual beings
but art's our lust. Mom, in one
of her cogent moments bought us
memberships in the town art center.
We’re there late hours, so
Clint picks us up to shield
against the army of perverts
patrolling its borders. Sisters,
ordinarily reserved, babble all
the way home like we-we piggies!
Also, throw in a lot of sleazy expressions
and sexy hints for Clint and Mom to con-
duct a CIA analysis over kitchen espressos.
So, off to college next year!
And different ones. Hey, we
tweeted before it was possible--
don't have to live together. Clint
and Mom toyed with boutiquey ones.
Dad thought Ivy, but we convinced
him and his money that huge state
universities with thumping art departments
would make it in our identical eyes. Been
lectured as to large, licentious temptation
there, vice multitudinous! Oh well, be nice
to have boyfriends. If they
don’t get in the way.
