A sex drive that gets
20 miles to the gallon
is nothing to laugh at,
I used to wear pointy-toed shoes
that helped me cut a rug,
a ballet of carpet installersat your feet, nailing
would have fallen
the red carpet into PLACE,
I’ve got everything I need, and it pisses me off
(only when I laugh, though, only whenI need to keep finding out
the surf is good
and everybody talks
about it and I can’t relate
‘cause I talk and lust and write and read and
sing and have my confusion
compounded by the minute,no the
second no, no worse,
and all I want is really to
have
everything I need)
what I already know, I have to decipher the lables on the drawers,
do you like me?
I am famished,While I snap my suspenders.
I am man,
Hear me roar
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