Why Are You Like This?

Not too much… just this…

Fuck you
and your
insistence
on obeisance.

Respect you get…

me on knees?

Ain’t gonna happen
to a slick texting
keyboard warrior…

Irony impaired much?

I am who I am
because of
a Marine man
who called me
pussy enough…

I believed it…

But he did mark me.

Any wolf knocks…

I’ll die with
my thick cock
in his fucking
throat.

I won’t need you
to do that…

Wild things
don’t brag
of deeds…

or demand
demonstrations
of gratitude.

He taught me that too.
 
A dear friend asked me this question this morning. I've been thinking about ever since. The truth is that I have no idea why I'm like this. If a stranger approached you and asked, "Why are you like this?" What would your answer be.
Well, in my experience with such concerned and inquisitive strangers, the most appropriate response I've come up with is, "Good evening, deputy." :sneaky:
 
Only a fucken Canadian would take the time to write “You’re welcome” instead of just hitting the like button. You’re a good egg.
Musey, I was terrified he was going to say “Thank you” I wouldn’t know what the protocol was. Damn causality loop could have gone on ad infinitum.
 
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