Hit Man

Kind of like book ends and access to lifeforms unknown by human kind.

It’s unexplained, left unemptied, shot at, and eaten to a terrible pulp.

And it could be like round, scrumptious firm breasts, or can we say tits?, that

are quite wonderfully squeezable to the touch. And they didn’t know that wild

animals were in the zoo, but I knew, I knew you far even better than you knew

yourself. Shark! Shark! Driving down 9th ave and 17th st for a boner I’ve

never met.

Do some research, babe, and have a ciggie, on me, captain jack!

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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