by Tomorrow's Man
May 10, 2006
Tossed like torn silk and milked of my ghee,
I fell to soft state with the buzz of a bee,
The neighbor demands I turn down the TV,
But no bitch can quiet what's happened to me,
Her thighs parted wide as 9:17,
and I sailed them as a Triscuit on the Caspian Sea,
procellous and slishy, concurrently,
I danced to the thrum of her ovary.
Time bows to me now (it's 8:23),
doves coo to my style (of iniquity),
procellous and slishy, concurrently,
I am once again the old man of the sea.