tooker was in town
we hung around
my house
of course
i told him about
the clothes horse
decomposing
in my garage
he got excited
and after some food
& smoke
he wanted to go there
i was tired
a little uninspired
it's mid october
after all,
and getting cold
but he was determined
and so I let him unburden
me of some fine clothes
he like dressing up
with his wig
and a black long sleeve hoodie
that hung low over his crotch
"that's the point of these long shirts,"
he said, "I finally get it,
the shirt helps to hide the fact
that these pants hang so low you can see the crack
of my ass...
and i didn't ask
if he'd cast
a vote in the ontario
non-election
and i didn't play him
my audio interpretation
so maybe he could go there now
he also convinced me
to take some shoes
down to queen street
where we were going to schmooze
at fressen with all the hip
vegetarians
but then it was closed
and we followed the notes
but found our friends had left and gone home
so then we started to look
at people's feet
to see if they'd meet
the requirements of this size 11 piece
of rubber and leather uppers
we finally found some brothers
who were taken in by our approaches
and without many reproaches
traded us five roaches
which i then
panned three
for chocolate covered toffee
true story see