Pimping

Pimping
Mark Coleman

Guess the soda jerks are right. 50’s 24/7, and fuck the niggers. CEO says you’re a no go. Find Allah and walk it off. Pretty sure that if you’re not a boxer, a name change isn’t going to change the world. Brother, yeah sure. You ever hear about nihilism? I’m what you might call a recruiter. Kinda a Middle Finger Eat Your Words movement. Very grassroots. Avant Garde as shit, if you ask me. Sartre was okay, but a bit too un-extreme, if you catch my drift. A bit of... Well, hell you know the guff that good ole Kafka caught. Yeah, crazy ass. Well, we gonna let ‘em all take a flying fuck. Negation is the beginning, middle, and end social movement. Really get their heads spinning.
Well, yeah fuck, I hear just... Well, kinda close to the jukebox, know? No? Fucking thing is gonna split my skull. Ah, well... Yeah, she’s a looker. Sorry, man, I won’t dance with her. It’s not as though she had “sister” tattooed on her arm for chrissake. Yeah, well, take a fucking compliment. Same gene pool and all. Just admiring someone that can fill a pair of skinny jeans, like no one’s business. Jesus, man! Thought you of all of people wouldn’t mind a brother in law with so much to offer.
No, I’m not saying anything... Just joking. Christ, can’t you accept that seeing your sister actuates a bit of a rise. It’s just that, man... I guess I’m bit of a pig, but you know, eh? You still wanna try for the strip club. I kinda worked myself up. If I don’t see a sweet piece buffing it, my head might explode on me. Yeah, yeah, sometimes Febreeze is called for, I suppose. But they ain’t all rotting. Some of ‘em real piping. No, no, well, a little English.
Just yah know, fine ole birds. Just find slang interesting... Yeah, shit man, Trainspotting might as well have been a fucking travel guide. Bird, bird give any ole... Wha? Oh yeah. Well, fucking kinda arrogant way to look at things though. No? Well, just a misunderstanding. Yeah, I suppose just about every bar T.V. is set to the same channel.
Well, I don’t like it either. But it’s not as though Pawn Stars ‘ll kill you. Oh, yeah? Well, well. Finish your fucking drink. I do... Well, I hear she handjobs. Wouldn’t bet my money on it, though. Well, if you’re that set, whores ‘round here give twenty buck head. Well, what do you expect? I didn’t promise you a high class call girl, did I? Crack rock you can dip your wick in. Fins, no? Yeah, yeah, cool. Used with the fuck. Few free lays. Well, it’s not as though I have a fucking punch card.
Just, you know? Playground nights. Sometimes, you gotta well... just show the face you’re scared of.