Jus Sayin Its Poetry...

Interruptions

Interruption

 

Could this have been any different?

She stole me out of my dream

Unzipping my sleep at the seam

Pulling my alter ego out

Consuming my northern erection

As she journeys south

Her travels were stopped

My jaw was then dropped

A thief cloaked as a ringtone

Stolen away by her phone

It was her mother

Of course it was it couldn’t have been another

No that would call for an ignore

So I waited as she paced around the floor

Watching as slowly my arousal closed the door

But just before it shut for the night

That last plane to Paris took flight

voulez vous coucher avec moi

I was above cloud nine

As she would rise and descend

7+ Hour flight I never wanted to end

I never wanted to end

But my flight was high jacked

I was jacked from my high

WHY, WHY, WHY?

She descended and arose

It’s her sister

Of course it was

Talking about her cheat on her ass mister

What does a brother gotta do to get some

Oral attention in the southern direction

Just when I put the car in the garage

Call it a day on this voyage

Here she goes again driving me wild

As she raises and lowers my gears

I’m not afraid of how fast she swerves

Or how she handles the curves

No another interruption is my greatest fear.