I do not grade on curves

 

Brawny studs single team the parking lots
cruising for wheelwrights on a bender

Under the sodium vapor light
McCarthy sneers, stoned cold thug

He lumbers by, a pile of splintered boards
caught inside his boot leg jeans

The chicks dig him with his Marciano nose
his breath like bourbon on a garlic high

Smell the air, he thunders, there's a fire coming
drop your beer!

Deer bolt from the blazing Everglades
the final Florida panther squashed by a fire truck

Miami's over there, past the smoke and South Beach
where leggy fashion models, a dime a dozen

Compete with each other for World Class lifeguards
with outrageous sexual inuendoes and stand up tits

Oblivious to the conflagration chewing
even now at their palm fringed foundations

I'm not jealous, I'm a brawny stud myself
I teach Lit 101 at the Junior Colege, tues/thurs 8-10

I do not grade on curves

Reviews

[EvesDaughter]

It is your mastery of word and image
that never fails to leave me spellbound...
Brawny stud ;)

[No one]

Haha--I do not grade on curves. his breath like bourbon on a garlic high