Excuses For Not Going to Underwear Parties: Written While on Break at Work (& Transcribed at 2 a.m.)

Excuses For Not Going to Underwear Parties: Written While on Break at Work (& Transcribed at 2 a.m.)

Naked comrades,
& their gyrating
music curves,
arouses your fingers down
your clothed stomach.
Shave hair through fabric,
turn to silk.
Feel bitten-at
nails scratch fragile flesh
away from clothes.
Remember your genitals
bled when you last shaved
& forgot...
Lay down. Spread legs.
Bend knees. Flip legs
over head. Grab sack.
Hold breath...
Inhale sharply as one,
testicle, then
the other, slips,
hugs tightly in fleshy nest
back up in body. Hold
there. Tape shaft back, balls
up. Finally,
get ready to go:
Eat your heart out, John
& Davy. This baby
came out
with bra & panties...
But five o'clock pubic
shadow gnaws,
chafes, pre-
vents enjoyment
& you haven't
got a thing to wear
anyway.