Thursday, April 30, 2020

So Where We At?

PEOPLE ASK HOW’D YOU GET YOUR START?

I tell them I got my start hauling sod out of south Florida.
Never went to school or anything.
I had planned on trying
Hauling seasonal fruit
But my deal at home changed.


SHE WAS DIFFERENT FROM OTHER WOMEN I’VE KNOWN

When I told her I wanted to commit suicide, she’d talk me out of it.


KEEP SMILE

Because it sweet.
But no to sweet.


SUDDENLY I WASN’T GETTING ANY LOADS

17 jaw dropping signs you’re about to puke in your poke bowl.


SHE SPEAKS PERFECT ENGLISH

But she says to me
I am so amazed of this.
This needs settle.
It break my heart.
Needs to be fixed some things.
It give me headache.


JESUS MUSIC

Somebody ain’t sangin’.


RAYING DOWN THE RAW

Your hair’s falling out, your dick only works with other women,
And your Twitter game isn’t that good either.


POINT BEING?

Point being,
You arl a rooser.


THE LAUNCH

I was like I fucking told you don’t throw that fucking shit at me.
I had just drunken like two cartons of fucking milk.
Darla asked me to have sex with her pregnant girlfriend
Because nobody else would.
That’s all it was, a favor.
She threw it.
I launched.
Not even regular spit, a fucking loogie.
She had that fucking look on her face,
Like did that just fucking happen?


GOAL POST MOVING

Free estimates.


EMAIL FROM WALMART

Take care of yourself—you deserve it.
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IF THINGS SLOW DOWN ANYMORE

I’ll just get a flatbed
And go back to hauling lumber and oil field pipe.
I still have all of my flatbed gear.



© 2020 Randy Stark

Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.






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