And not the nice kind of cunts, either. But
the kind that push your buttons
(because you've got a droopy eye, say
or skin that's a shade darker
than their Uncle Gump thinks is absolutely necessary)
and then they pull a knife on you in the parking lot
a knife is a terrible thing to waste;
and after all
it might as well get to work
carving initials into something. Because it's Saturday night.
Oh, there are cunts galore.
But not the nice kind.
3 months ago