Friday, November 09, 2018

 

The Man Who Got Weak as a Kitten


In New Economy, the Physical-Sociological Team
called in.


But the women disregarded their astute
advisories, and babied him shamelessly.


Overmuch cooing, actually.


The men were unrelentingly embarrassed.


His wife.


Said.


“Kitten-Tiger! I‘ve had it up to HERE!"


The team reminded her that you marry
for better and for worse.


“Must be fuckin shitload of betters out
there making up for poor pitiful
asshole me!”


The team issued threats against her
language.


Warming all parties except her.


“Paint me Rebel!” screamed she.


“Where went those sweet lispers
of yesteryear?” sighed Dr Bertram
Hollisly-Mehq Diserray.


“Up the fat cook’s ass!”


The Oversight Group judged the
situation out  of control, and
called in the Theologians.


Who got lost.


Still.



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as does love, with a pig anus
 
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