- Erotic Poetry
- Subway Conversation #20
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SUBWAY CONVERSATION #20
(CONVERSATIONS OVERHEARD ON
 NEW YORK SUBWAYS)
I gotta confess, I’m mad at God
What?
He made too many pussies.
Ah can’t concentrate.
Tits?
Them too, they drive’n me crazy.
It’s all I think of, all I’m looking for.
You’re a guy, that’s natural.
I know but I’m married.
I get puss every night.
How long you been hitched?
two years.
Well dat‘ill change.
Ok, yeah, but now I’m swimm’in
in puss. Dat be’in da case, how come I’m still look’in
at every tit, ass or puss that passes.
Sometimes they look so good I gotta turn
round and falla’ them.
Walk a few blocks out’a da way even.
Oh dear God, wad’ ya make so many a d’ise
fine pussies for. You driven me crazy!
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