Coach boarded the crowded bus
destined for downtown L.A.
A crack whore blocked the aisle
wearing only a ragged sun dress
draped over skeleton shoulders
withered titties hanging out the sides
butt and more showing above
her ravaged thighs…
screaming and ranting
that she was cold
needed a coat.
Finally when she attacked
a terrified mother and her babies…
Coach could no longer ignore her.
“I’ll give you my coat
If you get off the bus.”
The wrinkled scarred face
smiled a no tooth smile
at the sight of the new down jacket
Maria had bought for him.
Deal? Yes a deal.
Driver pulled to the side…
pacified prostitute
walked off the bus…
then changed her mind.
The dumb and dumbfounded
driver trying to close the doors and go…
The whore screaming
with one foot on the step
Coach yelling
with one foot on her chest
holding the door railings tightly
kicking her back to the curb as
the bus pulled away…
A standing ovation from the
grateful passengers
as Coach watched
his new down jacket
being stomped in the dirt
by one dissatisfied coke whore.
Maria was not going to believe this one.
Coach Roth
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