I sit and write in
my room at night. I write for my peeps, the world waits for new shit from me.
Damn right they love me. Door goes up, she walks in. She is drunk as fuck. She
lies down, I look at her. Damn, she is so drunk and smells like booze, still I
love her, she is my fucked up muse. I know she loves me too, of course, I got
the flow, I am the man you know. She lies next to me while I write, she snores,
loud! She kicks me and slaps me in her sleep, what the fuck?!
Damn, she is fine,
from toes to top. Her skin is soft and warm. She is like a breeze to me in this
June eve, keeps me warm when cold comes too. She is all time green and warm.
Sniff, sniff, booze smell, damn.
I am done, I post my
shit. I know it will be a hit. Now all will know of my chick, love her! Damn,
booze smell…
I miss a raised brow on that picture though.
ReplyDeleteWill is way too cool to do dat.
DeleteIt meets the formal restriction of using only one-syllable words perfectly. The story elements are present, but not really narratively presented, as this is more of a dramatic monologue in the vein of the Duke of Ferrara in the other writing game.
ReplyDeleteThe tone is very consistent, and funny. I love the illustration, too. What's lacking is more of the funky metaphor content of the original, instead of the added sexy details.