She’ll walk on dirty water as you hide your head in the snow, wondering what
lust will do to a man that has nothing to gain in this stratosphere.
Her sluttish charm will force you to read the riot act to yourself;
upheaval, down slope, the old in-out or out-in.
And while you bang away, feeling the naughtiness of what’s showing inside
your trendy clothes.
A frightening figment of techno-erotic punishment will force you to go limp.
And your kind, with flabby arms, and malcontented libido will soon be over
the hill…in
the span of 47 seconds and a peek at the new milk-drinking, crime slobbering
anti-heroes. |
