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December 26, 2002
Crinkled squeaky leathery
Little old men lined up in a row
Each naked pale hairy
(not to mention saggy)
in synchronicity they

shuffle, kick
shuffle, kick

shaking cold chalky asses like

Charo on crack.

They tip their top hats to the popular tunes of yesteryear,
Swing their wooden canes in chorus as if controlled by strings.

Each old man, each and every one, is smiling a dentured smile of ecstasy and
Breathing a green mist of prunes and apple sauce.

I must admit ,
This is an image
That I find quite agreeable

And,

If truth be told,

Quite arousing.