"When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere." D.H. Lawrence
I started the car and
Listened to the traffic report
After my shift was over.
The end of another motherfucking week
In the motherfucking mill.
Traffic was good.
I switched from the radio to the cd player.
I turned it up.
As planned,
Animal screamed,
"So fucking what!"
I sang along.
I fucked a sheep.
I fucked a goat.
I pulled my flask of Glen Breton
From the glove compartment and
Took a little guzzle.
I wished it was a beer.
I might look like your grandpa
But inside
I felt like I was seventeen again.
That is what it is like being a man.
Later I drank wine,
Ate dinner,
Wrote a two line poem and
Watched Danish women curl.
Later yet I dreamed
Of Danish women curlers
In fishnet stockings
And roller skates.
It was a five ring fuck fest.
Go, Denmark, go!
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