Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the women(as big as can. ” I said, flicking my wet hair out of my eyes. “I was doing something important.” “Yeah, like tweeting Rita Ora. You are such a celebrity whore, you know. Just because she replied to that tweet of yours about liking broccoli, you think she’s your best friend forever.” “Look, can’t we find somewhere to shelter,” I grumbled, trying to change the subject. “Or at least let me squeeze up under your brolly. Just look at me.” “I am; you really shouldn’t have worn that t-shirt, especially without a. All of the things that she usedto do, I did now. On top of that, I still had to do the normal manlythings that I had always taken care of like mowing the lawn, carryingout the garbage and washing the cars. Mine was a very busy day.That was a pretty big change in itself but probably the biggest changefor me was how she had me dress. The very night that I had become herlittle bitch, she had me wear panties, one of my pocket bras and a bigtee shirt to bed, telling me that we would be ordering some.Read More