Sunday, December 18, 2016

8992. NOEL (Good King Wenceslas)

NOEL
This last Tuesday before the 
rolling stop of jubilation really
knocks me out. There are lights
on every surface, things blinking
both on and off. Some rotten kid
with a toy train keeps circling
the plaza tree. Just around the
bend, another year so set to end.
You've got tits like a Barbie doll
and I can fuck like a Ken. Well, I
think. Maybe he was gay. What I
mean is what I say. Too many bad
efforts go down the drain  -  all
forgotten, not worth saying.

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