Out to Lunch
One of the local crazies
was walking toward us
shouting non-sensical bullshit
and the ladies in front of her
looked nervous.
As I walked by, we made
eye contact and she screamed:
“and you, you and your dog
raped me last night,
you fucked me!”
I chuckled and then I thought about
how she was probably normal once,
how she was somebody’s beautiful
little girl once; but that, that was a
long time ago.
Now she was out to lunch,
now she had a creative imagination.
I was jealous of it.
I was in awe.
I hope we showed her a good time.
Horror Sleaze Trash 