Midnight
And I decide to drive
On a backwoods
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Road.
How could I possibly remember
Every turn and every curve...
Well I couldn't.
Images of full grown weeds
In a six foot ditch
Were the last things my eyes had seen
Until I gazed upon
The Farmer Family.
A decade of inbreeding
And third grade education
Hovered around me.
And from the gap toothed smiles
From all four of the slack jawed yokles
It was safe to assume
I was their first guest in quite a while.
"She has purdy eyes, and ever purdier hooters,"
A smirk I didn't like the looks of
And an all too curious hand
Couldn't get slapped away
For my own was constricted.
"They'll be time fer that latur,
Leters see if shen still a vergin."
Said the Ma too matter of factly
"I'll see if she's agotten a cherry,"
Junior piped up once again.
And no sooner
Two fat stubbed fingers were proding me like an alien.
A screaming would have been aparent
For the sheer terror I was feeling
But my own bloody panties were an obstruction.
"She isin a slut!" Junior hollard, when to no avail
A old college professor had gotten it first
"Weal'n still keep her, she's gotten gooder birthen hips,"
As the Ma's crusty, dried hands slid down my side.
"She's soo purdy Mama," Juniors hands were violating every inch of my body.."What if she don't wanna stay?" His retarded face pouted as tears rolled down my face.
Then Mama replied, so kurtly
"Your Pa and kin fixen it, so no worrin'
No one can walk with those broken limbs..."
Reason for writing:
It's sick...it's perverted...it came to me driving home. It needs work, I know...suggestions welcome.
Birth sign: Gemini
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