Sunday, 15 June 2008

The Kick



Oh, his love was so strong,
mighty and great,
and how he liked to show it.

I’ll kick the shit out of you
he murmured, groaned in ecstacy,

showing his power,
throwing it all around her.

Kicking gave him a kick.



15 comments:

Mick said...

A very disturbing story, Susu. Run!

SusuPetal said...

These boots are made for walking, Mick, but I'll try to run:)

Kutuharju said...

Such a kicker should be kicked in the ass!

SusuPetal said...

Asses need a kick in the ass, Kutuharju!

lepis said...

This poem disturbs me also. So true so many ways. And so timing.. I should get the boots out from the box... Huh, said it!

chrome3d said...

I thought about Nancy Sinatra too. She has so lovely tunes with Frank and Dean.

SusuPetal said...

You said it, Lepis! Still wearing your boots.....??

chrome3d, he inspiration to this poem came from old blue eye, Frank Sinatra and his song "I'll get a kick out of you".
And from there I came to think about Frank's daughter Nancy and about her boots.

hpy said...

Shit good.

SusuPetal said...

Oh, shit:)

Peter said...

It's surprising how only the word "boots" can immediately for many of us lead to this song!

I hope the boot-bearer was not one of your close relations?

SusuPetal said...

No, Peter, this poem is pure fiction for me.

ScaughtFive said...

Holy Buckets! I really really really wish I had written this, SusuP. It's really good. I'm gonna try my level best to come up with something this good in the very whole of today.

SusuPetal said...

Well, I have to come and look, scaughtfive.
Thanks.

lepis said...

Hah hah.. Boots are still in the box. What a chicken I am... ;D

SusuPetal said...

Or maybe you just thought twice, Lepis...?