i use to launder money for the laKnives.
names changed to to protect their lives.
i first learned it from Carolyn
who got it from Marilyn–
and it was the excel spreadsheet
that created our kind.
the quickbooks excelled it
and made that old path illegal.
it was the primary target.
for big companies that wanted to sell.
this is legit dick.
i was in it all.
they made it a finCEN
how much can we Quicken?
that’s when i met you, Sherman.
they were all like,
“this is Sherman”
and i was like “are you sure,
man?”
you laughed–
what a weird name
for a hot man.
your eyes sparkled,
i Meghan Markled.
and then we fell in love.
it was so sure, man.
i loved Sherman.
but this was a FUCKING
PROBLEM.
you said:
“i’m married,
and you’re worried,
but you’ve fucking carried–
this whole fucking weight of the whole fucking goddamn world
on your beautiful fucking shoulders!
above all–
please don’t question love now.
I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU DOLL.”
because you knew me.
what of this tampon?
the blood on your lap, son?
i’m harried,
you carried me,
to the top of this desk
so we can fall–
have sex
righteous and all.
burned for the fall.
so we danced,
laughed,
and stealed things.
dramatically.
we stole EVERYTHING.
“but you’re wealthy?”
“i’m sorry babe, but i’ve got sticky fingers like you.”
oh shit. we both do.
::laughter off set::
we played mafia,
played cards–
you took me the whole 9 yards.
i was young,
and you 30.
i’m just sanguine,
and flirty.
but you said,
you loved me.
so i’m dead.
trust me.
i’m dead.
not just the girl who gave you head–
when you had anxiety.
don’t ever lie to me!
i want you dead.
not in bed.
don’t make me kill your fucking bed–
it’s just the floor, right?
she can show me the door, right?
we stole your ex wife’s tampons out the floorboards.
is there anymore!?
FUCK NO.
i’m all at once taken over
and can’t find another shoulder–
to cry on, now that you’re gone.
to die on, now that you’re done.
when i wake up, i hope that she’s through–
making problems, and making love to you.
but i’m just the girl,
and she’s wife to you.
why on earth do vows mean
anything to a lawyer?
why on this universes lap–
do her spies make me THE traitor?
when i’m with you, Sherman,
i feel the layers of your lawyer–
and it’s all good.
man.
if you’re sure, man.
then i’m Saul
Goodman.
