Lying there
never so comfortable
The smoking girls
walking towards the car
Holding my left arm
way above my head
I rolled out of the hedge
looking up at long legs
"There's petrol"
I told their thighs
Limping arm aloft, the beetle
also ended wrong-way up.
A wheel span, I dragged
the driver and his girl out
Through window and petrol
to stagger arm aloft to heaven
Those long legged girls
talked me out of my hedge
Again at there feet
paying homage
Operated on, I am
in a bed without thorns
At night the young nurse
tells me of her Indian life
Girls, now friends visit
telling me about another
They want *** their
friends want ***
Nightly, a new life
is put-in-hand.
Recovered, whole
I don't make love
Dreaming of thorns
not of girls thighs
There is only ***
with long legged girls
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 3:55 AM UTC
Lying there
never so comfortable
The smoking girls
walking towards the car
Holding my left arm
way above my head
I rolled out of the hedge
looking up at long legs
"There's petrol"
I told their thighs
Limping arm aloft, the beetle
also ended wrong-way up.
A wheel span, I dragged
the driver and his girl out
Through window and petrol
to stagger arm aloft to heaven
Those long legged girls
talked me out of my hedge
Again at there feet
paying homage
Operated on, I am
in a bed without thorns
At night the young nurse
tells me of her Indian life
Girls, now friends visit
telling me about another
They want *** their
friends want ***
Nightly, a new life
is put-in-hand.
Recovered, whole
I don't make love
Dreaming of thorns
not of girls thighs
There is only ***
with long legged girls
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