Buddy’s Vision of The Richter Scale
He was in bed with two women when
The earthquake split the wall behind his headboard
I had warned him, I said
Never put anything in your mouth
Till you finish chewing what you already got
But he was a Big Bite kind of guy, that Buddy
So guapo, so
much bao
The ladies stood in long love lines and
Like the warm red wax on Maker’s Mark
They melted
They dripped with offerings of cigarettes and shooters
Some cooed that they could cook him huevos rancheros in the morning
But the seismic spike of that quake shook his binge to
the core
He sobered up quick
And claimed to be retrofitted
He told me relationships were key to his evolution
Relationships and spirituality
From that seven-point-two on
He resolved for sure
Only one stripper at a time
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