and the life of Rhonda Richoux
i trusted him
he smelled sweet and musky
like a happy child
i trusted him
he smiled true
he spoke soft
he held firm
i trusted him
he kept me from the buzzards
and the coyotes hanging ’round
i trusted him
but in the end
when it came down to it
when i formed an opinion
when it really counted:
i gave him a piece of my mind
and he dropped it
copyright 2009 rhonda lee richoux
I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word. View more posts
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