They must be <br />A couple <br />Of right bitches <br />To ill threat <br /> <br />The young man so; <br />One blonde, <br />One brunette, <br />Thinking themselves, <br /> <br />No doubt, <br />God’s gift, <br />Gift of the gab <br />More like, <br /> <br />Strutting their <br />Henhouse tracks <br />With feathers <br />Prim and proper <br /> <br />They like to think. <br />Smell the perfume stink, <br />The eyelids painted, <br />Nails clipped <br /> <br />And primed, <br />Tongues wagging, <br />Like tails of bitches <br />On full heat. <br /> <br />Karma has its way <br />Of making things <br />Right in the end. <br />Sufficient lies <br /> <br />To hang themselves <br />Given time, enough <br />Tall tales to drown in <br />Like plump frogs <br /> <br />Caught out <br />In the last fast <br />Downpour. <br />Like snakes <br /> <br />They spit their <br />Joined venom; <br />Like snakes <br />They prefer <br /> <br />The long grass; <br />How each of them <br />Moves like a hippo <br />To the waterhole, <br /> <br />Each with their <br />Swaying fat ass.<br /><br />Terry Collett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/right-bitches/
