The Dirty Man
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty thoughts,
in his dirty jeans.
He had a dirty smile
and a dirty mind.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming fellow down South,
not an erect pole up North.
A smart fellow who never went down,
not even for a straight upside-down frown.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
He played in the tub,
and he double-dosed the twos.
He played in the sand box,
and he ate out the hot fox.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty sheets,
and dirty knees.
Dirty tongue,
and dirty hands.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming tropical lad at last,
not a white ghost from the past.
A smart lad who never got laid,
not even from a pretend to be maid.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
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