great earth

Faded jeans hug my supple hips, skin tight. My girlfriend's hand tucked snugly in my back pocket. Breath smells of windshield wiper fluid. Heaven in a handbasket.

I walk through the door with an exotic tan. My anus is full of fissures. Take my seat and release the softest of stools. Heaven in a handbasket. 

My blue eyes spy the man next door through the window. He is making love to a woman. Her body full of lumps and hidden creases. Heaven in a handbasket.