new poem

Karl asks a question.

lets call them

Mike
and
Paul,

two twentysix
year old
dudes, white
as glue with

backward
baseball caps, both

porn-
obsessed,

well I saw them last night
outside the Chevron station,
the certified chillspot

for Floridian
hoodlums, anyway,

yes, I saw them there, Mike and Paul,

with two
young teens, two girls, two

nympho Goddesses
in
training, and I

started thinking
to myself,

tonight,
Paul and Mike are
going to
fuck the shit out of these
beautiful teenage ladies,
perhaps even

pop their
bathed
and
shaved cherries,

so my question is,

why am I,
a classy kind of guy,
locked in the trunk of my car
about to die from swallowing too
many of my wife's

prescription
pain
pills?