titty-bar boner--
he's got one.
the mescaline freak
with the twelve broken teeth
shouldn't smile as he pulls on his wad
of fives. or, maybe he's packed it--
fives on the outside, tens in the middle, fifty
peeled off
to the squeals of the bar ho who
scampers
to pimp him, hand him
a night of primped pleasin'.
and all's I can think
of as she slaps
that snapper is:
It looks like she'll need bigger garters.
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