Two Gentlemen on Veronica

Cabdriver

              Where's it to, you frizzled fuckers?
I've had a night of cocking suckers,
So no mood am I in with which to fuck.
Get in. Sit down. Shut up. You suck.

Helmut

              Should we wait for another cab?

Veronica

              No, get in, you loathsome scab.
To the airport we must hie;
We've no time left except to fly
Far from this place, and I mean now,
Before the Murder She Wrote cow
Shows up and finds what you have done.

Helmut

              Me? 'Twas your plan from the start!

Cabdriver

              One of you just cut a fart?
The smell in here is awful rank.

Helmut

              It's just my lady dear, The Skank.

Veronica

              That's it, my friend. We now must talk.
Driver, stop by the lower Riverwalk.
We'll pay you to keep the meter running.

Cabdriver

              Then pay me now, Ms. Stunt who's cunning.


Helmut and Veronica exit cab and walk into wooded area.


Helmut

              It's the stress of the blood which has been let.
I know not what I've said,
But now let me make it up to you.
Let me but part those fuzzy lips
Here in the weeds where we can screw
Until the thoughts pass of the dead,
And those who live can fly to ports unmet.

Veronica

              Aww. Little Helmie needs some poon,
And, from the bulge, he needs it soon.
So unwrap the little shrunken treasure
And we'll away to lands of pleasure.

Half naked announcer

              I often lurk here in the woods
To watch the teenies show their goods.
But for time being,
I shall narrate
The thing I'm seeing
Of Helmut's fate.

He doth lower trousers, until the shoes,
Then bends over to pull them off complete.
At that point Veronica tightens the screws
And jabs him in the neck, real sweet.

With letter opener she borrowed back
From Nerdquo's desk, among the stack
Of papers both undone and done.
'Scribed on the blade? "We're Number One!"

Helmut

              Arggh. I should have known as much
'Ere I laid a single touch
Upon the orbs that dangle there,
As I breathe the last of mortal air.

Veronica

              Yes, fool, you would have been well served
To keep your fluids in reserve.
For, just as cum you spilled with glee,
Your blood now flows in manners free.

Helmut

              I realize you loved me not a whit,
But let me make but one request:
While you were not the very best
You did own the pair of fairest tit.

So lean you down and give poor me
One last grab of titties swell.

Veronica

              I hope you find some tits in hell,
You rancid piece of cacophony.

Helmut expires. Veronica hurries back to cab.


Veronica

              OK, driver, thus far I've heard your manly thrusts,
But now you listen to me roar:
Get me to Gate 5 by ten o' four
Or I'll have your license and your balls both crushed.

Cabdriver

              You're the dame, but where's the mate?
I've got it here in my log notes.
My fare was based on both, flat rate,
And that's a deal that can't be broke.

Veronica

              Fuck your fucking rate, you twit!
Can you not see you're in the midst
Of serious fuckage up? God's shit!
I'll cut your ass from stem to stern!
You service people never learn.

Cabdriver

              Driving now, I am, good miss.
(Good God, I need to take the piss.)

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