- Erotic Poetry
- Reunions: #6 Razor Coots
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Reunions: #6 Razor Coots
Razor Coots won't be there
My God he was handsome with dark curly hair
But he didn't let the girls get near
I guess he was a little queer
His chin alone would have made him a Hollywood star and great name
But by chance he burst into flame
Lighting a cigarette on the kitchen stove
Wearing a lovely red silk bathrobe
Fifteen years ago, found crisp and dead in the bathroom tub
By his lover, Ricky Dean Spud
We called him "Spudnut" for short
When he played tennis, his high school sport
Became a nude actor in Warhol's Factory
His dick had a ten inches long trajectory
In one short film he sang a song
A parody of Bertold Brecht
Balancing a whisky bottle on his cock erect
When Razor died, Spudnut's life was wrecked
Overdosed on speedballs, I recall
The postman spotted him from the window naked, with huge swollen balls
A rank smell of deterioration at the gate
They broke down the door but it was too late
Such it is, for those who tempt fate
Falling victim to a lover's tragic state
Think before you take your life
Great things may lie before you despite
How bleak that suicidal moment quick
Hey, "Sputnut"you had a ten inch dick!
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