The Milk Man

The Milk Man used to come to your door

Glass bottles drawing droplets of frigid condensation

You were told you needed milk

and there would be no argument

The Milk Man used to fuck your wife

Sweat beading on his forehead as he tallied up the invoice

You were told nothing had happened

and to eat your supper without complaint

You fired the Milk Man one day

Justice coursing through your veins

You were told there was no other choice

and the options were severely limited

Well look at you now.

Two skulls (one hog, one elk) obscure the faces of two female models. Black and white monochrome.