Take 52

Who is the cat...
who won't cop out when there is danger all about?
Shaft, 
yah...
He's a complicated man, 
and no one understands him,
but his woman....
Yah....
waka chika    waka chika    waka chicka

The sun was just slipping behind the only blue spruce in town,
when she oozed through the swinging doors.
She wore a camo tank top and a pair of jeans so tight,
I could read the dates on the coins in her pockets.
Her name was  Chesty Laroue,
and I could see,
she needed my help.
I sat at the darkest corner in the dive ,
and she either sauntered or sidled up to my table...
I can never tell which.
But there she was.
She leaned over the table,
I could see clear to the equator as she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.
Was that what she needed help with? I wondered...
Licking her lips?
Cause I am down with that.
I spoke up...
"My name is..."
"S l e e r pp  p !!!"  She said.
"Close enough!" I replied. "Perhaps I had better sit down"
She looked at the ceiling seductively and wound a braid around her index finger...
"Oh... but you are..."

CUT!..... Start over....

oh man....