Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Night of Brad

I sighed, then dried and smoked some shred
a swollen screw without a thread
I checked my dog and went to bed
My friend had now a pony head.

Awoodchuck burst and loudly cried
collapsing on my fake bears hide
My Gucci pants were farmed by bees
while my left foot was rearing eels

The night was high, fucking was due
My zipper groaned, my penis grew
i fumbled and tripped over an egg
in French I cursed the wily snag

A giant frog turned into a mite
ferocious gnats put up a ght
I crawled outside and found the pool
undressed and wrapped my abby tool

The neighbor went right through my wall
her triple chin then seemed to fall
she jumped on me and grabbed my crane
I pushed her right into the drain

I sick went out and found a whore
a hundred bucks she wanted more
her pimp then snapped and shot me through
a window pane that broke in two

my face was bust my body limp
the whore came back without the pimp
She brought me home and with her tits
she saved me from the rotting pits

For eshy tits are an intellectual thing
While love's a word that losers sing
my hollow tomb of Edgar Poe
is now a home for her trousseau

A glass of bourbon stained the bed
On which my sorry ass got laid
My helping friend stitched up my head
And managed to swallow all my dread
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