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:: Monday, June 23, 2003 ::
Innocence
When I grow up, I want to be...
An organizer for cockfights.
A cockfight organizer in the Castro.
Yep.
No, I changed my mind.
I don't like cocks doing battle with one another.
It's inhumane.
I think I'd rather be an organizer..
For pussy wrestling.
I think it would be funny to watch pussies wrestle with one another,
And get caught up in each other's hair.
Tee hee.
Or maybe, instead of watching pussies all day,
I'd be a food taster!
That would be yummy!
I'd get to suck on long, dripping popsicles,
Run my tongue over ripe melons,
And slurp juicy mangos all day.
Then again, I might wanna be a barber,
But a barber for animals.
I'd like to try and shave both normal and weird animals,
Like beavers and pussies, for example.
Shaved beavers and pussies must be neat.
Perhaps I'll be a splunkerer,
Thrusting my sweaty, sticky self in and out of
Moist and dark caverns,
Sometimes barely fitting,
Other times almost getting lost inside of them.
Hmm, but being a dentist would also be cool,
Sticking various things in peoples' mouths,
Doing all that drilling,
And sucking,
And laying people down so I could work.
Or maybe I'll just grow up to be an actor,
In adult films,
So I can fuck all day.
:: Rick Kitagawa 11:17 PM [+] ::
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