Bessie belched her belly like a ripsnort bull
she got a ghetto guffaw and a freight train roar
she was a big-boned woman with a brood-bitch stare
a magnum worth of whore w a power down to there
that beady-eyed bitch got a snapped-off killswitch
a peg for a leg and torque for tits
in our time together she got sawed-off and stitched
and one day she ate my trailer hitch
she was grind and no mind
a tractor cross with a high-speed hunter
she runned a oil like a chunky peanut butter
her hindquarters got a black-girl wobble
get her gun-down-gun she grunt like an ox
“Come on boy … get down on that throttle.“
she was a alpha bitch bike
a brahma cow she stare down them rodeo clowns
she good to go a fifteen rounds
“now looka here, see these injectors? …
she spray your face with a fistful o gas
“they’re built to cum with a shot in the ass”
short of leg and long on go
“i got a waist like a wasp”
and a rack like bardot
she had a stub of a nose and a gap of a tooth
got her tilt in her lilt with her thigh-high boots
she put a two-smoke hex on them tee-shirt squids
she threw a spit of a chaw on their pissboy hoots
she got a S painted on her side
speed n sport n suicide
shag n stomp n stretch n slide
slow down time, swell up space
speed n scrape n somersault
sparks a-fly, she’ll admit no fault
aint no rat she wont race
“i wear a bandana truss and my panties smell o brake dust”
she got no sissy cat, she got no enviro pipes
she told me “i dont need no bacterial wipes”
she spits out the sheets of the acid rain
and shits out the air pollution
she flares out scads o get-away-gas
she turds out the nasty mogas scat
lift her head, say “shit on that”
overall, she give-a-damn
— our girl liked her drink by the quart
in turn number five, she said
“hold on lover … duck and cover“
she shook her tailfeather
i goosed her n she never slowed
she stood her hands-on-hip
she chucked me down the road
and I let my backbone slip.
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