I visit John in the nursing home
Couldn’t figure out what he needed
so I come empty-handed
When I get to the room they say he’s in
he’s not there
The leer the quip the spark
pretty much gone
He’s being fed
by a gorgeous, brown-skinned girl
Right away as soon as I see them
I know what I can give him
I should brush up against her
bump her just hard enough
so that she’ll spill herself
all over John’s remains caws
that’s how every damn one of us guys
wants to go out
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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