Emily Gets Down and Dirty
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Exposed his slim—seductive—Ass.
I’m nobody! Who are you?
“I’m somebody. Wanna screw?”
Crumbling is not an instant’s Act—
Please be patient. Use some Tact!
I taste a liquor never brewed—
Inebriate of air—I’m Nude!
There is a certain slant of light
To guide you left. Now—to the—Right!
I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
Le petit mort—oh—what—a—Ride!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Turn out the Lights!
[This message has been edited by RCL (edited January 29, 2004).]
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