Blowing McDaddy
You were lookin’
sooo fine
that first time
in vintage hawaiian
grabbed a seat
at the end of the bar
when someone whispered
to me
“yeah baby
he-is-hot.
i hear he’s gotta
righteous tattoo of johnny reefer
on his leg.”
“uh huh.”
“hey girl, I ain’t lyin’ to you
don’t you know who that is?
that’s McDaddy!”
“word on the street
has it
he spent time out west
with some Indians -
they changed his name to some coyote-dog
you believin’ that shit?”
and the more
he was talkin’
the more
i was lookin’,
and the more I was
lookin’
the more
i was thinkin’
man, I gotta get me some
‘i could use a McDaddy like that...’
by Katharine Hollister
sooo fine
that first time
in vintage hawaiian
grabbed a seat
at the end of the bar
when someone whispered
to me
“yeah baby
he-is-hot.
i hear he’s gotta
righteous tattoo of johnny reefer
on his leg.”
“uh huh.”
“hey girl, I ain’t lyin’ to you
don’t you know who that is?
that’s McDaddy!”
“word on the street
has it
he spent time out west
with some Indians -
they changed his name to some coyote-dog
you believin’ that shit?”
and the more
he was talkin’
the more
i was lookin’,
and the more I was
lookin’
the more
i was thinkin’
man, I gotta get me some
‘i could use a McDaddy like that...’
by Katharine Hollister
posted by Gabe at 8:37 AM
3 Comments:
She does blow my mind!
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