'Are you a lawyer?'
the giant at the bar asks.
'No,' answers my dinner jacket and my notebook I clutch like lost dreams,
'I am a Liar.'
' A cocksucker' he adds.
Then offers to buy me a beer, then disappears.
The disappearing giant.
Full of fat, muscle, and dumb.
He had hair like Idaho
and can not stop beseeching the big tits for a barkeep.
But that lummox
of a genius disappeared.
He disappeared.
Disappeared!
--like virginity or
the happy loner back to the paradise of not being observed.
and the hell of no more beer
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