Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Hotel Bars

Why did we drink whiskey?
What made you want to touch my leg?

If I were him I'd want to shoot me,
Mangle, thrash, electrocute me.

Yet, he thinks of others who would
Tie him up in twine and lace
And bite his face.

It's true: there are some things that we just
Oughtn't do but must.

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