Non-Erotic PoetryMonday Night PoolJack the rack and make’m clack.
We’re shoot’n hot tonight
The felt is fast, the rails are live
and nobody’s keep’n score.
Any ball in any hole, no calls and piss ins count.
Powder for my hand and chalk for my cue,
my blue fingered babe brings two bottles
and lights my cigar.
Beer and nicotine can shoot for my soul.
So pull your stick and make’m click.
We’re playing fast tonight.
52pkp 01.06.
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