Who knew? Well a few actually.
I’m stubborn. I have faith.
I suckle at the teat of benefit of the doubt.
I give what I ask for in return.
Look, I didn’t put myself on this auction block and I’m tired of having my teef checked.
Note to self:
Availability DOES NOT EQUAL Capacity
Presence DOES NOT EQUAL Worth
How about leaving me with a couple of bucks so I can buy a last meal? How about letting me keep my cash and buying me a meal?
Suckling from my breast and giving affection in return is depleting. Parasites = **shiver** Symbiosis is about equivalent exchange.
Maybe the real problem here is setting the price too low. Or trusting that when sliding scale is offered on a $20 value that one will drop more than a loon or a toon or a fin for that matter. Or that the thing doesn’t turn so that yer footing most of the bill.
Huh.
Paying and paying.
Can I keep a dollar or two?
Or how about this… How about YOU pay ME? Tear open the secret stash and offer it up instead of rooting around and widening the accidental rent that is ‘causing change to fall and be scooped up without return.
And when yer done… spread yourself and fuck yerself for me. Nice and slow. And make sure you look me in the eye. Don’t close them and pretend I’m not here. Watching. Appreciating. Getting PAID. But don’t get started before I can pour a martini, adjust the lights and settle in a comfy chair.’Cause Mama wants to see aaaaallllll of what you got.