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a poem by Daniel RomoLove Lessons From Scarface
Close your eyes and inhale her aura like she'sa mountain of Columbia's purest snow, and your nose a winter wonderland, Mang. wining and dining at fancy restaurants with names that begin with Chez or La, and end with words you can't fuckin' pronounce. smuggled M-16. Savor the smooth of her skin and respect the power of her semi-automatic smile firing fifteen rounds of sensuality per second, penetrating your bulletproof body. weathered world of pimps and polyester, dirty cash and clean Cadillacs is your boardroom, but in the bedroom she is boss, kingpin of the carnal, and you, her hostage. proven to be behind her man, willing to play second-fiddle to your perfectly tuned orchestra of anger and ambition, and you know you can't reign over your kingdom of chaos and cocaine without her, make her your queen. Christen her your Mrs., destined to a life of drugs, death, and domesticity, Mang. |