Friday, August 30, 2013

4592. SAY SOMETHING FOR ME

SAY SOMETHING FOR ME
The limerick faction was back once more : guys hanging
like girls, cracking foul jokes about cadavers and breasts.
Every week, they take over the front porches : wine-besotted,
crazed like fools and beached like whales. 'We can make all
we want the noise and jokes we choose, you see that now don't
you?' The way he said it, it sounded like a command to a little
kid : 'Don't chew!' And then, just as quickly, when the rain comes,
they run inside like purple pansies. Jeez, these fey men are strong.

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