Scott C. Holstad

Hell

Smack dab in the middle of the
club, cornered, no way out.  She
had been following me for
weeks, harassing me, driving me
fucking nuts.  She was 
everywhere I went, no escape
20 calls a day

(God, I want you)

she assaulted anyone I was with
told her I was gay, didn’t work;
couldn’t bluff the bitch.  She was
a fucking nightmare!

(I want you in my mouth
right now right here)

Yeah, sure bitch, the place is
packed, no chance, be my guest.

Damn if she didn’t drop my pants
and suck me down to the balls in
three seconds flat!

While they pulled her off of me I
wondered if IT would remain
intact with that kind of suction
and why did they ever let her out
of the nuthouse and what did I do
to deserve this.

I only heard from her twice
more

(God, I want you in me,
can I have some of your poems?)

I think they locked her back up.