LOVE!
good thing you smell better than you look
number one rule never broke it, “Don’t fuck
what you wouldn’t eat” kept me clean as a whistle
all these years gotta love dem pheromones
“Don’t be hasty be tasty,” I got a million of ‘em.
How many missives mailed to that end?
Don’t be afraid Life on earth is
what, seventy eighty years, if you’re “lucky”
eternity preceded this and the
triple-eternity to come is already
accruing interest on the time you’ve wasted
wondering “how the hell did I get here and why?”
Fuck epistemology!
We’ll work it out, you’ll see.
On the other hand
so many things can kill you
dog-shit under finger-nails
wash carefully before dinner
plenty hot water frothy lather
watch yer step lawnmower bloody
afternoon no morning early or late
mowed the next yard revved up
body young body coffee body coffee
drink that beer while there’s still time
where did it all go thirty years
poof just like that? Hell
I was eighteen and taking a leak
against a tree Summer night my
posse, gang, tribe, whatever
high as kites my girlfriend
too all hot ‘n juicy zipped my
fly turned around and like, ZAP,
here I am irrelevant and old doesn’t
make sense especially since…oh…
doctor, lawyer, accountant, thief
saleman, manager, political chief
this is how we live
I chose to entertain
eye-magnet, ear-drum
– comedy –
center stage
people
versus
clown
c’est moi
come one come all
see my
me
hear my
me
applaud my
me
even if
you don’t recall
my me
or recognize
my name
this darkest dark
alone seek shelter,
need a place to
not expensive we’ll
work something out.
January 29, 2012 at 12:24 am
What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you demented? This bit ain’t worth the bytes it’s “printed” on. Throw away those childish things! Get off the damned super information freakshow highway you’re hogging the road!
Anybody got a sandwich, by the way? I’m really kinda hungry, but…I dunno. I’m in the mood for something, but I’m not sure what it is…
Actually, I’m dying to go down on — uh…uh uh. No way. Refuse to lick and tell. Never. Never never. All I’ll admit to is I need a real woman. I agree with what Milton Berle said at that “George Steinbrenner Roast” at the Fryar’s club, circa 1980 (“If cunt’s weren’t made to be eaten, God wouldn’t have shaped them like tacos”) to a certain extent, i.e. the pussy-eating itself, but that’s really just the appetizer to the main course. I really can’t imagine myself fucking a taco. Then again, these are desparate times…
February 2, 2012 at 4:44 am
FYI: Milton Berle allegedly claimed sole possession of the largest dick in Hollywood (of his generation, of course). God knows what’s going on with all these freakazoids on steroids and anyway most of them aren’t comedians…