thirst thirst thirst

As I age, and my spirit gentles, I find that I think differently about what's attractive and what's not. Lately, what arouses me is wildly bearded dudes driving oversized, gas-guzzling trucks, just laying on their horns, like, just putting their strong calloused palms on the center of that steering wheel and PRESSING IN with all their might and letting the dragon they ride, I mean, their truck, release loud sounds of emergency that can stop a heart, and aiming that terrifying sound right at a little Corolla, a stupid little grey Corolla with its hazards on, with a dumb chick helping some old bitch out of the passenger seat, man, when I see that, I'm like, YEAH BIG BOY YOU TELL EM, your mama loves you and NOW I LOVE YOU MORE, you hypertensive giant, look how you scare everyone within a mile, look how you frightened that teenager on the corner trying to cross the street, cuz no one gets in your way, do they, and OH YES, you just keep blowing that horn and shaking that furious fist and tempting me, keep it up and I'm gonna use that weird step stool attached to your big truck and I'm gonna climb right into that passenger seat and I'm gonna grab your wild mane and turn your head to me and I'm gonna reach real slow and I'm gonna use my thumb and forefinger and I'm gonna pluck a pacifier from my purse and I'm just gonna STICK IT right in your mouth, YOU LIKE THAT DON'T YOU, BOY, I'm straight gaggin,’ what's a gal to do but thirst thirst thirst.