(Sitting at a table,
wondering when exactly
Central Europe became a
destination for Anglo-Saxon trash.)
…
The English girls were there to celebrate,
and tonight that meant denigrate
themselves
and the guy on stage.
Some kind of pre-wedding party,
a last expression of freedom,
all good fun and games,
which is to say
drunken debauchery.
They had a stripper,
a tall guy, athletic,
no tattoos,
from my corner, I liked the view.
Obviously he got naked,
and the girls went crazy,
grabbing and groping,
the guy became hard,
my eyes widened:
was this part of the act?
The girls screamed with delight,
ear-piercingly loud
(tomorrow’s headache now!),
one started to pull on the guy,
another pushed her aside and devoured his penis,
deepthroating him,
he grimaced,
surely this wasn’t meant to be.
The girls hollered and brayed,
demented apes,
all touching what they could,
all at once,
it was repulsive,
it was rape.
The guy looked shell-shocked,
he tried to move away.
They laughed at his limpness
and rubbed cum on his face.
Only when the waitress brought more drinks
did they lose interest.
…
They laughed and giggled,
what fun and memories,
for the English girls,
office workers, nurses, lawyers, teachers,
pillars of society
and hypocrisy.
Tomorrow a wedding,
innocent and white.
Next year a mother.
Children born
sons of bitches,
literally…
and
mommy’s
fingers
lingering
obscenely.
©SvetkaSamizdat
…
