Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

For a touch of sexy
I got up to see the commotion only in my boxers and socks
girls hate it when I keep my socks on during sex, but
I feel naked with out them, any way,
The loud noise was
a man and a women that were
how do you say
a rolling in the hay
and had hit a tray
that rolled in to a garbage can
out side my window that day...

I jogged down the steps
turned on by the display
but really what was I to do
out side in my boxers and socks
I should of called up my doc
and sit on his couch for sixty minutes of the clock
to get it out of my system...

But no doctors
or whores
just frolicking strangers
in my ally
and my funny little socks
boxers and unshaven chin
beer was left from last nights bing
rhythm and rhyme and all that shit
of the fancy cat stoop and in to the stoop
off down the ally way to find two run aways...

I invited them up
but not for a run
because you see they were quite young
I feed them some lunch and gave them a few bucks
they went on their way and said
"thanks, by the way."
I sat on my bed
and all in my head
was hanging down to the unstoppable frown
boxers and socks
and the unforgettable unstoppable drive to drink all day
and pass out happily in the evening because work was the next day...

I say whatever makes it work< boxers, socks, me its a nice pair of warm lips. nice poem my friend. "C"