Wednesday, August 26, 2009

GOOD WORKS

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

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