Random Impulse Week 4: My Prostitute Poem

(well in class we discussed the idea of prostitute poems and how everyone is writing said poems. Since I am a bandwagon admirer I decided to join with this poem)

I'll start small. Small time.
I'll start in this truck stop.
In between the men's and ladie's room and I won't
Judge which door they'll come out of
I'll starts small just shows and joes and blows and Schmitz
And go big time go down to Florida
Where it'll be warm and where fat tourists will want someone
To blow off steam with and I may get free stuff maybe a sugar daddy or momma nott ht my momma or daddy was bad to me they were good and good to me. Didn't touch me or nothin' just all I got is a dream. Maybe I'll go out to Hollywood with a trucker instead of goin' down to Florida. Florida is too warm anyhow and tropical drinks are for fruits and gags and I ain't one. I'll go down to Hollywood and maybe go down on some. Gay for pay and pay is good. All I want is solitary Arkansas all I ask is to stay inside my dream and I won't get stuck anywhere if I do get stuck I'll just hitch up my wheels and roll down. Born in Utah and was working in
a metal shop. Shops with metal and broken hands can't do nothing with them hold a kid naw.
Can't do that with your fingers under 3 inches of gauze and my dad don't touch me. That ain't
no reason to do nothing. Blame on others. Uncle don't touch me neither. Saying people touch a dn feel and that's a reason enough. Maybe I'll go down to Mexico way and be on a border town and just be with cowboys and cowgirls eating Mexican food shack in' up with some guy but I
ain't gay just a business man. Just go down to Mexico somewhere by the beach maybe. Tourists
are better there and the salt Tatar is sea water and the air blows and wisps and touches and
glides and streams. Maybe I'll get picked up in Hollywood by some big name director. Maybe
I'll be the new John holes or a superstar action star shooting with ladies and I'll pay money
got enough money at the truck st for each person to get a hamburger at the truck stop. Start
at the truck stop. Get. Hamburger. Whatcha doin' there boy? Nothin' mister. Bill come help
with this here axle rod. Ok dad. Faggs get beat up in west Texas and thrown off bridges in
Maine and are known to have aids and I don't want aids. Gigolos are objects to laugh at and
love and idol. Man they shack up with a thousand guys a night. A hit son you better watch out
or you gonna cut someone's finger off one day. Sorry paw. Now just ease on it nice gentle.
Nmh. There ya go. Whatcha doin' there fellas? Nothin' officer. Whatcha doin' there Bill?
Dollar dollar bill. That'll be my name and I'll be come famous and sell and buy people twice
over. Get the fuck outta the car faggot it. I wasn't doin' nothin'. There ya go boy. Buy
yourself a hamburger. There. Done. Good job, son. Punches and blood and salt smells and smells
of disgusting. My baby does the hanky panky. Radio light and shooting smells and the window wipers make drum beats to acts. Hey faggot. Hey. Why don't you get out thzttruck there? I'll start small and grow bigger and bigger. I'll be a goddamn firecracker. I'lll go up into the night sky small and blow up and shoot all over you and your friend and his girlfriend and you'll remember me. I'll be remembered until the next time ya see one. They beat up gays in west Texas and throw them off bridges I. Maine but I ain't in there I am gonna be in mexico or Florida or Mexico and i'll be relaxed and with somebody with money forecrackermoney saved. I'll start small with a name and number. Good job son. Good job son. Watch try on' to do there son? Maybe next rme you'll think straight. Maybe next time you'll thik straight. Truckstops got enough mo ey t get a cheeseburger for the do er next door. There ya go son. Enough money for a cheeseburger? How you feel abut a cheeseburger, son? Whatcha doun' there queer? Get the shit kicked outlay and then get some soup or a slador a cheeseburger. Start small at a truck stop between the men and ladie's room and name on stalls. Bill. Bill. Get a dollar. Dollar Bill. That'll be the name I get. Dollar Bill was 17 bucks a fuck now more and more. Fireworks gone up coat more. But I ain't gay just a business man and I just want what I want and they hang gays in west Texas and bun em in Maine buti won't bethere. I'll be long gone and far away. I'll stRt small with my name on a stall. Waiting outside. Blue eyes, brown hair. Name's Dollar Bill and I'm a firecracker.