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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Whip Me, Beat Me, Make Me Write Bad Checks

There I was,
on a
Saturday Night,
working for the
F.B.I.
I was down town,
sitting in a nest of bad men,
with whiskey bottles piling high.
Bootlegging boozers were on the west side of town.
Just about to call up the D.A. man,
to tell them about the people,
who are doing wrong.
When I heard this woman singing,
singing a song.
A pair of forty fives pistols,
opened my eyes.
Looking down those barrels,
my temperature started to rise.
She was a long cool woman in a black dress,
pointing a pair of guns at my chest.
Just five foot nine
and beautiful.
With just one look,
I was a bad mess.
Cause that long cool woman had it all.
Saw her heading towards a table,
walking like big black cat.
When Charlie said,
"I hope that you're able boy."
Well,
I'm telling you,
I know,
she is where it's at!
Suddenly we heard a siren.
Everybody started to run.
Jumping out of doors
and over tables.
I heard somebody shooting a gun.
The D.A. was cuffing my left hand,
She a holding my right.
I told her not to be scared,
because you're gonna be spared.
If I want to spend my life with a
long cool woman in a black dress,
I have to blow my cover to stop her arrest.
You know she had it all.
Just a five-nine,
you know she had it all.
Beautiful.
She had it all.
Had it all.
See the source image 
This is,
Thanking The Hollies For The Inspiration,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “The deep black-cherry velvet made her skin look like porcelain, and brought out the ruby fire of her hair. Black silk braiding trimmed the modestly high neckline. More lengths of silk braiding defined the vertical slash that went from neck to collarbone, affording a subtle glimpse of white skin. No other adornment marred the simple lines of the gown, except for the puffs of black silk that edged the hem of the flowing skirt. It was an elegant garment, suitable for any lady of quality.”
- Lisa Kleypas, -

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