an even evening of declaration to get laid loud.
This is a poem about girl(s),
there are too many of what I haven't touched yet.
They are all dumb,
and slutty.
I take the time,
to waste the moments.
I've been around the block one or twice,
and I have met many fine gone gals, good and bad.
I share their smiles,
so far from home.
The hard part is the true love way,
ignoring it just to get revenge on the opposite sex.
We'd be so free, and we would laugh,
but I am tired of meeting the same silly women who aren't worth shit.
Give me a car or a horse or a stereo,
because I need more of what sticks, more of what gives.
There are not enough good Jennifers and Suzannes
in the world.