A poetic response to Zen Archer's "Woman."(written in HIGH SCHOOL. please remember that before you post a nasty comment, people) ;)Parking - by DaleATL2There's a place outside our townwhere people park to "neck."A little old, a bit worn down,the cops don't even check.I was there the other night, my girl was at my side.No one else had come around.We didn't try to hide.The talking stopped, the fun began,I started to explore.My hand went down and tried to scan.She said, "Hey, I'm no whore!"I said, "OK. Don't get upset.I thought she didn't care.And then I knew the night aheadwould now be hard to bare.We moved apart. We didn't speak.It felt a little strange.I said, "Sorry." Kissed her cheek.The mood began to change.Her eyes turned, looked into mine.They sparkled in the light.She said, "Try again. I won't decline."It didn't feel quite right.I heard a wolf. In Kennesaw?I looked outside the car.I don't believe just what I saw.The moon looked quite bizarre.I spun around and saw my dateShe cracked a wicked grin.Her bones began to dislocate,and blood spewed from within.I said, "Hey Girl. Why don't you quit.You're messing up my seat!"She said, "Boy, who gives a sh*t!,"and ate one of my feet.I realized that this was no jokeand tried to leave the place.But by that time my leg was broke.She'd torn off half my face.The pain was real. It felt so bad.I felt like I could cry.It was sex I wanted oh so bad.Now I was gonna die!So let this be a prime examplesent to all you men.If it's sex you wanna sample,better think again.Try love instead. Have no fear.Ask her to be your wife.It may sound strange and awful queer,but it might just save your life!copyright 1984 - DaleATL2

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