He could shoot with the best.
He knew the bar scene was a test
And he couldn't have anything cress
Than conditions of sudden death.
A clown he went down
With the best.
Cowboy - showman
Ex - soldier
Son to father a doughboy.
Yes I know I borrowed
The motive and rhythm of this poem
Cut of the broad-
Way play music man.
No man.

you can just feel her strength.
Her gracefulness and agility
Are obvious
Her outfits are nice and discreet
For her female athletic build
She has animal magnetism all of which
Make her sort of a sports *** symbol.
She's solid,
She's good.
She probably came from the hood
And is not ashamed of her being labeled colored
She has oomph
That's what I call soul,
And she doesn't go ****
On anyone
That has her rank and sense of toil.
Yeah, Serena
My terminator.

Hateful movie directors who are blatantly
Gay and color their work as such to the detriment
Of it's true creativity (at least that's my opinion)
Cocky orphans in a mental hospital
Hateful bleached blonde secretaries
Trendy hotel desk clerks
White House flirts
Brush , cocky , obnoxious enlisted men who threaten
Their superiors
Unorganized hotel elevator operators with
Bad breath
Grouchy construction foreman
Fussy factory foreman
Queer, bossy construction workers.
Perverted night housekeepers at the local
Junior high school
Gross social workers (if there are any?)
Etc...

Shoulda
Coulda
Boola
Moola
Cry baby,
Snapdragon
If they don't mean maybe.
Yeah gingersnaps too.

Biteable lips
Nice wool order
Nice breath with a hint of basil
Subtle , exotic perfume
Come close,
I like your sigh
I think she'd call me butch which
I've been called before,
A shy, dirt redhead or
Strawberry blonde - I can't tell the difference.

Espresso coffee tastes
Mighty good so the song goes.
Female acrobats in bed
Act as they should.
I just wanna shake their hands,
Give 'em a big hug,
And give 'em a picture where I'm
Showing them my big mug.
You know - yeah root beer
For me - some people don't call me
Bulldog for nothing
There probably aren't any -
I've been told by psychologists
I imagine stuff.

Furt,
Drink your squirt,
Don't hurt
Or blurt
Out Curt
Or skirt
The issue of the tissue,
Bird,
What's the word,
Curd,
On curb.