The Milk Man Elliot Jonathan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Love with the same sex is just one of the things on this earth seen as a curse to many, but theres a lot more than just one

Submitted: December 02, 2016

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A short skinny white, novel loving male sits stern in his milky van. With two hands on the wheel afraid to let on slip. The milk bottles rattle in the back like a snake. His forward cap reads milkman, pointing as straight as an arrow. He alerts the town with a gentile beep, telling the people the milk man's in town
The milk man and his chip van are where the entertainment is. The man made of milk sells refreshing foods to the betters where they enjoy the evening time. He sells his milk and the golden chips with the love of his life. The same race, the same gender.They lock their van at night, getting up to things which only adults talk about.
They day becomes reality; and the entertainment becomes visible. The milkman charms the woman with his almost girl like charm. As a way to fool the king's gold to keep everyone calm. They sell milk by the bottle, to all the gurning lovers. As the man and the man link eye contact with to one another.
The van stops on an empty motorway, they've run out of fuel, and crowds of headless people. They have no paper to carry on. A coward truly comes when they have to move, so while they're both asleep. The milkman sneaks out the van and walks the endless motorway, Without his loving man. The milkman drinks like a baby with a secure mother.
He walks down the motorway going no way, and it's repetitive and the same as before. A repeating billboard displays racism, a black as a slave, next a woman as a sex slave. Then jew's in a house with no door. Then kids in a school with the devil as their teacher. Priests in church with Jesus teaching them how to swim. The president receiving oral in his seat and then a milk man with no milk to sell to his towns people. Coping with life's endeavour's is a feat, looking for people with milk to sell his heart stop to beat.


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