Do twilight girls feel any chills
As they click glasses here and there
Do they dread the hour
When the steams get high and smokies fully turgid
Do they miss a step in their cowy boots
That carry their curtain just enough skirts
wherever such guts are harnessed……….
why is it that sweat never tickles down their chins
As the angry lion lifts up its head to roar
Is their smirk covered by their smiles?
And those crimson red lips and pinky tongues….
They suck up all the sewage in old and new drains
Cleaning clean all the chimneys like rugs
Even when it rains and smoke is dripping down
They let it flow down and down their throats
As if throwing up hasn’t appeared in their diction
As if their noses know no stink
I cannot help but wonder
How deep are their sewage drains??????