ow! (funky cold...)

[parch]

i swaggered in the door
and headed for the right
i knew that this was over due so it would be the night
i swaggered to the floor
a dizz about my head
the shoes were tight, my dress was cold and i was outta sight
ow!
uh! uh!
ow!
uh, uh, uh ow!
you knew it wasn't right
you knew that it was bad
you knew that i was just a fill and later you'd be mad
but up you stepped to me
and grabbed me by the hips
those manly hips of mine in gown - were your hands playing tricks?
right
there
right
ow!
you
know i'm
pow!
right there...oh!
i've got this show
so in my dress i stepped
and slipped about the floor
the red about my hips and lips confused you more and more
your hands were strong so often
but on this very night
your hands were weak, and you felt cold, because i'm outta sight
yeah!
i'm down and
damn!
you're lost now man
so dare your hands on me
and i'll give you a show
i'll turn you runnin out so fast that they won't even know
that i am just a catch
of man inside this dress
i'm awful far from gettin up but yours will be a mess

..

oh shit!...sorry but i'm in the mood to write weird shit. i stole the rhythymn in my head, but the poem's original..
ha!

___---parch


i shouldn't write in rhyme because i don't use words i mean..i just use words that seem to fit and later i realize they don't but i don't like changing it cause i can't find words that do fit. but this doesn't matter here cause its only written in a strange mood of a strange me that isn't me at all. but is rather a laugh, a pull, a picture of nothing, trying to find something to not be so i can be something else....if that makes sense. if i do. if this doesn't than at least that does. ha!
(fooled ya')

[machinery]

I even put it to Funky Cold and it went! hahah, but the weird thing was, Funky Cold was singing your poem. Oh Jeez!

[crazy a]

This seems funny to me. Like a humorous exaggeration of a James Brown song.

Good God!