Vernon

(c) Breeze Vincinz


You say it wasn't rape

Wonder what you would say

If your daughter went through the same


She meets up with her first

She has regrets for ending it back then

He was her first; she wanted more


She wondered what else what out there

She found what else was out there

She thought nothing else was out there


She had buyers regret

Purchasing options she didn't really need

The juices not nearly worth the squeezes


One of them died

She was haunted, not by the husband

But by the life she could have had with her first


Years go by

She finds him on social media

They meet up in Vegas


She's romanticized this moment

She's romanticized the relationship

She's hoping to get a refund on those options she bought


And in that romance, she forgot

His arrogance and egotism

Complete with his high pitched squeaky voice


His addiction to cigarettes so bad

Plans would revolve around how many cigarettes left

And where would the next be


His addiction to liquor so bad

He blames her for the car window being up

When he tries to throw his cup of gin out of it


His addiction to being right so bad

He hushes her when she makes a point

And shames her for having an opinion


And when she puts oil on her skin after a shower

He yells that she wipes it off

He wants to taste her raw skin


And when she turns off the lights to set the mood

He yells that she turns them back on

He can't see anything


And when she asks him to come to her

He yells for her to come to him

And still in love, she does


And when he yanks her head on his crotch

He yells, "Quit squirming. You know what you came to do."

And still in love, she does


And when she puts him in her mouth, he yells

"Say you love this dick. You know you missed it."

And still in love, she does


And with legs in the air, he enters and yells

"Say you love this dick. Best you ever had."

And still in love, she does


Until it hurts, until it's uncomfortable

And it's no longer two people meeting

It's now two people crashing


She stays stop, the crashing continues

He moans, "Why did you leave me,

you don't understand how much I loved you"


She stays stop, the crushing continues

He moans, "Why did you leave me,

you let let all those men inside you"


She stays stop, the crying continues

He moans, "Why did you leave me,

why did you leave me, why did you leave me"


She screams stop, pushes him off

She wonders what happened

He wonders what happened


He tries to grab for her

She gets in a fighting stance

He's offended that she's offended


He demands they sleep in the same bed

Hurt, angry, disappointed, confused

And still in love, she does


And when she gets home to process

She calls him and mentions

"Thelma & Louise"


She recalls the line, "When a woman

is screaming like that.

She isn't having any fun."


And in his squeaky voice he says

"Sometimes they do"

He is smoking, he is drinking


And in his squeaky voice he says

"I hope you didn't think because

we both lost someone; we would find each other"


And in his squeaky voice he says

"I don't think about our breakup at all

I just said all that to get my aggression up to fuck"


Then she says that she now knows

what would have happened if they didn't break up

That they would have broken up


But he isn't listening; he's watching tv

Though he does say it couldn't be rape

He's not a rapist, and they know each other


She ends the call

And vows to never speak to him again

And still in love, she never does


Would you call that rape Vernon

Vernon Smith, my first

If your daughter went through the same



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