Gym-Po-Need

There’s a place that I cannot go.
I’m there right now it’s crowded, I’d like to go.

There’s something, cc and bcc, and you know what for?
I’d love to use them, hear myself roar,
tell them what’s for.

But, I’m combing dyed hair, laced with pomade

Oh.
I
know there is somewhere that I cannot go.
I’m there right now, it’s crowded, I’d like to go.

Down watching the ladies who talk about air,
twirling their fingers through flowing black hair.

They’re marketing product, dancing with words,
phrases and turns.

She turns to me, whispers, their latest catchphrase:

“Our love comes absent all challenge, all heat”

Prive pomade

Prive pomade (Photo credit: TheSundayBest

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About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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