Back To Business by John Patrick Robbins

Back To Business

I used to cut grass as a kid for some extra money.
The work was hot and miserable.
I envied the paper boy who spent his days running from dogs cursing life all the same.

I used to wish I would find a horny housewife who would invite me in , fuck my brains out and leave me with a smile and some wild stories to tell.

I cut yards for mostly elderly men and women.
I was glad to just get paid instead.

Leave with a few dollars and sweat covering my body grass and gasoline were my constant.

I knew a old fart who would buy me a case of beer and a bottle of Jack.

I was sixteen and didn’t know shit like everyone at that age.

Eventually I grew up and now I only cut my own.
Usually when its about knee high and filled with snakes.

I always hated cutting grass.

But I be willing to do so for sex if a horny woman should read this.
My standards have greatly changed.

I do not believe my business is going anywhere.

Last week I got cocktail and a hand job.

It’s hell being your only client.

John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet professional smart ass and fulltime drinker who's work can be read in inbetween Hangovers , Your One Phone Call. And most everywhere on the net and a few bathroom walls as well.
John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet professional smart ass and fulltime drinker who’s work can be read in inbetween Hangovers , Your One Phone Call. And most everywhere on the net and a few bathroom walls as well.

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