i love how... the "good" people,
hide behind the type of
a rottweiler...
that barks, but doesn't bite...
sure sure...
i'm teasing my arrogance...
to be sure, i don't know whether
i bite, or bark....
     but... ha ha! ah ha ha!
jennifer lopez ft. pitbull?!
i'm like... drunk...
and smiling...
            what's up with this world?!
maybe i shouldn't have entered
a brothel...
wait a minute...
the ****...
            why are these prostitutes looking
at me like i'm their father?
am i about to become employed?!
why are they looking like
me like that?!
       well, i like being
considered being guided by the motto:
easy meat...
off to the butchers, darling....
    meat market,
everywhere you go...
the crucial point comes,
alone in the forest,
i see, black...
  no no, no white bits in the sockets...
black...
                it's almost akin
to falling asleep...
come to think of it...
....
  .............................................
..............­....................
...........................................
­maybe the girls need a proof...
the **** is the madame...
the **** is just a stage show,
a fright: brief...

         hmm....
it's almost like i want to,
i'm begging for it,
i'm gagging for it...
i'm... it!
            
            what sort of "good"
survives within the confines
of appealing to people?
such little good is, made,
justifiable...
to be perpetuated...
so little...
to solve the argument
but not make an argument
worth instigation....

no...
i could never get an *******
with women outside of the *******
profession....
   sorry... no...
not going to happen...
too much exhibitionism...
    i prefer prostitutes...
i can be accused of not paying...
but...
i can't be accused of
****...

             do Aamerican
tourists still travel to Amsterdam
for the ****?
thought so...
                they don't...
and the never will...
how about a Puerto Rican plump
*****?!
what?! you have something
against a dog dry *******
your leg?!
  yes?! no?
                  
i can be dragged into court
for a non-payment...
but ****?
with a *******?
  ha...
  funny...
                     so i ***** "her"...
"after", or, "before" the *******?!
Jackie! hey! Jackie boy!
can you fiddle this bit out?!
i'm having a fiddly-fingers
paradox discount on
the base of: distraction.

but like i might add...
you've never fiddled around with criminals,
esp. criminal women...
have you?
    sure as **** no chance for the fear
of an S.T.D....
          but i would be apprehensive
of an S.T.D... if i wasn't *******
a *******...

    oops?!

                so what's the difference between
pop music J Lo and classical music
Mo Z?
            pretty much none...
it's like... well... both are actually
equivalent to a kidney transplant...

maybe i should look for a job...
fighting the "****"...
****... we ended up kissing for
an hour... and
i really don't like jobs in the daytime...

come to think of it,
maybe that's how you write a CV...
by head-butting someone in
the face...
    i love the girls...
they're like...

Bulgar... Roma... and something
in between...
          i've been hearing all this
crap about how i should do
something with my life...

           i managed to punch myself
hard enough 20+ times to give myself
a plum eye-liner stroke...

i guess this poetry ******* is
precisely just that...
*******...

              i'm guessing the entertainment
from drinking will
exhaust itself at some point...

the critical point,
of vivo per se,
              and taking the, bait;

but then again...
    i like waiting...
         too much... to be exact...
i'm hardly the sort of person to
be expected in,
writing, a, story.