tagNon-Erotic PoetrySnake Eyes Dreams He's a Whale in Las Vegas

Snake Eyes Dreams He's a Whale in Las Vegas

bygreenmountaineer©

"Hey, Snake Eyes, wake up!" Sally Has Bo's Throat
shouts from her sleeping bag under the ramp,
"it's Sunday, time to visit your wild oat.
You better be sucking a Clorets, Champ,
or the bitch won't let the kid go to lunch
at Vincent de Paul. You wanna get fed?"

Renée doesn't like what bums call their punch
and calls him "My Daddy Once Momma Said"

who dreams he's drinking a Singapore Sling
with a wet kiss from Porsche after each set,
showing what lips are for wearing bling
and a ring T-back thong at Craps and Suzette

where Snake Eyes feels like a whale swimming in
felt, but his pants are the only thing wet.

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