by Grievous Jones
so damn easy being puerile making jokes about getting old,
jokes about cocks and getting rocks off and girls who barely
had tits and all the things we’d do once we knew what it was,
so simple having rod and tackle to shoot under the sheets
in the ceiling’s direction and never worry about the stains,
my doctor tells me I have hemorrhoids and should put cream
on it three times a day, who the fuck’s laughing now.
March 21, 2009
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