Existence Womb (23)

   
   "Existence Womb (23)"
    
Miriam's psychiatrist father was obviously on the lam;
Moreover, her mother in Freyja's arms cause reptilians don't give a rat's ass damn;
Plus, government spooks in Johnny Cash attire had secured and thieved her house,
Yet she willed herself to not be the quintessential, docile mouse--
Miriam flew to the junkyard, throttling the KLR 250cc,
And ran passionately into Mr. Pewter's skinny but spirited arms--a love that might be.
She confessed to him the nefarious news; plus, all the rancorous rest;
Next, Mr. Pewter's face became alive with animation; indeed, Miriam had passed the test
Of long-suffering and being, for years, swamped down into the quicksand mire--
Now it was time for Mr. Pewter to be her knight and birth her his squire.

MR. PEWTER
Miriam--call me Buck.  I loved Jack London; anyway young lady--that's what all my friends call me, and now--you're one of em.

MIRIAM
What?  What do you know?  And, uh, thank you--Buck.
  
MR. PEWTER
Anomaly-spirited people outshine the regularity of statistics.  Linear-minded people are born to test and thrive in a regimented formation and capitalistic society--they are the common man.  Attorneys, physicians, nurses--all surmising we as humanity are at the apex of knowledge; however, we are definitely not!  You can stay in that A-TEAM painted and restored van, a Mr. T fan sold it to me years ago--I keep all my books in there, but I'll move them into that old Dodge Charger with the big block--got a massive trunk.  Ya know a big block Dodge is an axiomatic MOPAR, which is an acronym for MASSIVELY OVERPOWERED AND RESPECTED.  Soon, you will be too.
   
MIRIAM
Thank you Buck.  And Miriam felt hope, smiling a woeful glee.