A Leak In The Safe

This is what you might call a classic case

Element after element of mystery It’s juicy

Wheels behind wheels a matter of vital interest

She had been an honor student she had been very

Popular and she had been physically matured

Slim knees and the long smooth line of her calves

The skirt stretched tightly the striking of a cobra Well

That’s out of my line I can say one thing with certainty

Every move she makes is calculated to let you know

How well stacked she is everything is yes and no

Where sex is concerned she could be a star performer

She could let herself go and have a hell of a good time

She spun through my mind in a crazy kaleidoscope

Of depraved patterns and in the vortex of it all

Causing it all was the woman before me so

Numbed that I could not understand why

You and all your talk of love and all you want to

Do is paw my body grasping at straws, eh?

Under the seat of my truck there’s a little paper bag

That’s where I keep her bra

We sex deviates are that way you know

And won’t be hindered until they put

Me in the gas chamber the instrument

Used by justice to help ease my way

Back to the normalcy of all things

This poem is based on material from the novel “Cry Blood” by H. Vernor Dixon

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