One more anti-poem from the vaults.
Quest for Fire Boy
My one and only failure
is the sight of your genitalia.
It's a primary sexual stimulus,
Don't blame me for gettin' curious.
I'm just a Neanderthal who can't say no,
to making love at the water hole!
When you're drinking, with your friends,
I can see, your rear-ends.
Gets me thinking, "Now's my chance!
to have some fun and grab some ass!"
Prehistorically, that is
Australopithecus, Homo Erectus,
Evolution, for guys like us,
is one hell of a scene!
Had to comment on this free verse: Quest for Fire Boy. Lockheed really thought it would be a poem on HOMOSEX. Fireboy, flaming, etc. But no, it was about hoochies with poison sprayed on their backsides, and frat boys. Well, I guess I'll go reinvent the wheel now. OH. WHEN'S THE BS Board of Trade having it's MANHATTAN party?
MG? No pressure, but this is Your responsibility, I mean, this is Your Baby.
by LOCKHEED at May 17, 2003 1:58 PM
hell yeah, partay! you don't happen to have roof access do you. I could handle a roof party if that's done.
by eff at May 17, 2003 7:04 PM