The mechanic was sad, and depressed

Though some members can boast of a gift of the gapit takes luck and those maritime fins,if you want to survive in a gaggle of freaksyou must have at your very disposalperfect teeth and a couple of tongues in your cheekslet me offer you this new proposal:Get a shovel, a broom and a heavy wet-vacstick…

there’s only darkness here,feel deep inside your quadricepsyour guardian angel, do not fear,your world could only be kaputif all the people’s blamewere yours.In coming back, there’s lovebut never, ever shame.

or have suspicionthat there bea thought amiss.Let us rejoicethat darkness isour trusted friendand our voiceis now a whisper,a romantic blendof words that kisswhile bodies bendin ecstasy,though not for showas deep insidenone would suspectto find a foestill half erectnot there to hidebut to assertthrough carnal spurtand lack of shamehis final claim.

Tell me a whopper,do as you’re told.Poets ain’t people,we are insane.Hands in a steeplenothing is plain.Think of a mothercaring and soft.Kind to each other.Swing in the loft.Rabid in temperdropp of the hat.Fidelis semperskins the gray cat.Do not ask Noahwho built the arc.Spermatozoaswim through the dark.What is the measureof a good man?immortal treasure,not Peter Pan.

His life, consumed and wrecked by sportshe howled, a plaintiff sound, of sorts.

This old, angelic salutationhas bonds within God’s own creation.Now, Harrys, in their dreams may seethe Lord just as he parts the sea.And, being boys they do assumeGod wants them playing bride and groom.They bridge the gap and thank their Godfor giving blessings and His nod.But, in the end they’re meant to failthe heavens send down…