Reunions: #15 Big Moose

Reunions: #15 Big Moose

Big Moose won't be there I know
He died of cancer months ago
Too much muscle juice and blow
There is only so far you can go till
that poison stuff starts to kill
He used to drive me to school
in his '39 Studebaker
Air cleaner on the back floor made'er
engine sounded like a big jet's roar
As the cops surveyed our best
Ernie, shouted out "Eliot Ness"
The Cop, of course, pulled us over
Called us punks, but left the gun in holster
That's the stuff kids remember
Big Moose died in late December
Visited him a few times in his hospital room
He was scared he'd end up in a tomb
I told him we all had that destination
He should not fear of death when done
"Perhaps." I suggested, "If there is reincarnation
Someday you'll be the leader of our nation"
He laughed a long time at that idea
Shifted in the bed, the cancer was near
his ass and caused a lot of pain
"I'll confess to you," he said out plain
"I'm a homo, it's God I blame
He made me queer, though no knows
I loved to go without cloths
Parading nude in those bathhouses
The guys just loved me without trousers
I bulked up for their affection
Cock sucking was my predilection
I rarely let my ass get reamed
Except by Johnny Whip Cream
Called him that cause his cum would make
Your ass look like a whip cream cake"
When he mentioned Johnny, a tear filled his eye
Then he started in to cry
"Don't cry Big Guy, it all in the past
I'm glad he fucked you in the ass
It's Ok Moose, I'll keep your secret
We each search our need and reap it
I don't care if you're gay or straight
I've always thought that you were great
A friend who would always defend me
The truth be told, you never up ended me!
If you had, I'd not have said no
Cause in truth I loved you so"
Life goes by as if in minutes
We see the years pass by and grin it
Friendships are rare as a good meal
Try to find a good potato to peel
Good food, like good friends, are hard to find
Easier to find a hard cock in your behind
If that's your wish go out and get it
If you enjoyed, no need to fret it
I never judge another's needs
I just wish them all God's Speed
I guess Big Moose is up above
Dear friends are those we truly love
If there is a heaven of which we dream
I hope he's there with Johnny Whip Cream