Poem By matt fromm
Well, I took a shower for an hour
and that was just the other day.
I gotta look my swellest for the ball or premiere
or what ever they're calling it these days.
I'll be fasionably late
taking care of buisiness in the alley behind the event.
Gotta get my self Fixed just right
if I'm planning on smilling at all tonight.
I just gotta get the gear to move northbound as quickly as possible.
I can't go in until the pinball machine's fully lit up.
The phone's off the hook.
Oh my god!
These broads won't stop.
'Can I come with you? I'd look good dangling from your nut sack, what with all those fancy, rich, important people watching. '
Good god you big bunch of leaches.
As soon as I finish my dinner of fried eggs,
I have to crank up Blondie as loud as I can
and rub one out as fast as I can,
Then I gotta go to the beauty shop
I'm gonna GET MY HAIR STYLED! ! !
So call again another day.
It's time to glue those micro-razors to the old finger tips.
I've got a lot of hands to shake tonight.
First impressions last a life time...