Royaume de France: titty mousers

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Queen of France

titty mousers

"I really want her to be a dancer."
dreams back to youth,
Karma deans ballet,
grace and fouette, arts and culture,
the relive drifts, ...never drift away,
my mother resumes
one of lifes' assures,
is arts and ballet.

In the quiet,
only infatico's loud of martial arts,
it's right now, it's whats going on,
"life is not about her being some swan",
as more cement stones are repiled on,

distance into a reversal there,
unfrozen ground, is do not disturbs fair,
it's his thoughts only allowed in there.

as discipline builds time into another dawn,
suuie crane speaks out,
another chop at cinders
funny stones...and rectangular is gone .
...

it's headstand central,
get your own gig,
helps the hair grow
no tonic, or need for a wig.

...

never touch or cling to your mother too tight
else exasperate some verbasive over-fight. ~

...

As the years parade through,
voices are smalling the world
with an oversing, 
pretenders selling walts
new traditions as the scene.

it's a have to, go and travel test it,
dutch shoes are out,
they're not really wearing them,
in lifes' clip clops of walk about.


back to the upper hall,
another sound is snapping out...
its double leathers on a new hear out.
bull strap riders,
studdering, are you stuttering out.

It's new music, music for men.
records for life,
there's that odd enjoy
as it re-snaps again,

bastard mean, bastard mean men,
bull riders,
no rodeo drive for you.
animals sent out heavy
jumps' overflight for a few.

decides from her?
going against bull-riders?


look at her vendetta drive in play,
have to sound out titty mouser,
so late in times of day.

"cry baby titty mouse",
(not again,  who tripped him off again.
houses and eggs and houses and chickens
would someone hit me in the fricken road.)

"I'll give you something extra to cry about."
Do you want the belt boys?
easy enough to weapon at the ready through,
plenty of leather available
and worn just for you.

a few times, maybe they deserved it,
who really cares...

"did I want to?"
no, says reluctant bliss,
"they pushed me there."

somehow mother ...
can't stop threats or dares.

"how else to stop mickey mousers,
children of timid frights and stares."