i had a therapist once
who told me
"so many of life's problems
could be solved
if we would just
go to bed."
how correct she was..
31 May 2013
02 May 2013
sweet dusk
take your pennies from the bank
down to Missy's Hanky Pank
grab a girl and twist her skirt
taste her like a sweet dessert
marachino's piled high,
any taffeta lullaby:
babe how do you stay alive
when all you do is shuck and jive
only the ocean could have more
fluidity, I know your score
she says closely, lips to ear-
go whisk her off for cold root beer.
down to Missy's Hanky Pank
grab a girl and twist her skirt
taste her like a sweet dessert
marachino's piled high,
any taffeta lullaby:
babe how do you stay alive
when all you do is shuck and jive
only the ocean could have more
fluidity, I know your score
she says closely, lips to ear-
go whisk her off for cold root beer.
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