She Got Into The Car - Poem by Ali Rahimi
Yes, she got into the car,
The door slammed behind and locked,
What will happen to her?
Can she get out of the car?
Frank was drunk as a skunk,
Could not tell a pumpkin from Plato,
We were sitting in the bar,
Jamilah came over to us,
Pretty, tender, chic, 'what the doctor ordered',
Nervous and worried as hell,
Weeping like a Syrian mother mourning his son's death,
She called Frank over and over again,
No response, to her dismay,
Frank was blowing the horn, honking, honking, honking,
Hopped out of the car,
Grabbed her by the arm, dragged her,
Lured her to his heavenly road,
Beat her up, forced her in the car,
Yes, she got in the car,
Justin Bieber was loudly spewing noise pollution,
Marijuana, whisky, cigarette butts and porn magazines, toilet paper,
All cluttered in the car,
Frank tried a crutch display, forced his way into her, could ride her,
He was a dangerous rascal, a gang banger,
A savage murderer, drug dealer,
Asmodeus, the demon of lust,
King of nine hells, prince of wrath,
A rapist, cut throat killer, a notorious thief,
Like Joachim Knychala,
The vampire of Bytom or Frankenstein,
His face a collection of scars, tattoos of Lucifer all over his body,
A jailbird, a wicked monstrous loony, a loser,
Could be Alvin Creepy Karpis, or Gordon Cummins,
But she got into the car! She got into the car!
Venus got into Asmodeus' car!
Did Jamilah offer her hand?
Or Frank grabbed her hand?
Was it her willful act of submission? Her absolute obedience?
Or was he a forceful dominant thug? A satanic master?
That's the question, that's the mystery,
She was driven by a desire to relate to him,
Is she addicted to him? Dependent on him?
That's why she got into the car,
What's the seed of this seduction? The root of this abuse?
Her masochistic joy of self-destruction, self-humiliation,
Self-inflicted emotional wound,
At the climatic bloom of her beauty, her innocence, her coyness,
The car ran off the road, smashed into the bridge,
And exploded into a fireball,
Yes, he had the deadly orgasm, high on her wasted emotions,
Her tongue was hanging out,
She got into the car...
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