Never would I ask a friend,
Loan me only car you have,
Neighbors reason minister mine when child I was died,
Funeral no car I must go,
Like Yoda backward talk ponders I,
Chicken shit I, only owner vehicle bought with inherited money,
Car I only have because my half sister finally with Codine murdered my mom.
Why would she ask me?
Can she not see No one would i ‘Ever’ seek to ask to use their Anything,
I was raised in a different time,
Without Well-fair,
Poor meant state gave,
We weren’t rich,
We were taught if no money we went without!
Just ten years separates my Christian neighbor from her gay pagan neighbor.
I have on different occasion allowed her to borrow my black chevy,
It was warmer,
On cold days Molly who needs oil change,
And engin work,
Today below seven it was,
Two days ago below sixteen it was.
She takes my car is gone all day to late at night!
She has two children,
Did all work on trailer herself,
I admire that,
I share my food with her,
I see that as enough.
I plan on using my vehicle to start a grocery deliver service,
I am not going to call her back.
Gas in Independence is 3.19.9/gallon,
I’m not going to answer door,
Phone is off,
Chicken shit I be,
PTSD victim of my Narcissist half sisters hate of mom and me,
Tired of being a victim,
Its not ok,
I’m not convenient,
I’m just lonely,
Gay Iowan Poet named Val.
Too generous,
User take advantage of that.
Last she used,
A strip of the trim fell off,
Neighbor stopped,
Picked up,
Its still ridding in back of car,
One night in warmer weather I will leave in Walmart parking lot and drive away.
Val's Whitewolf Books 