damn that hercules can dance

damn that hercules can dance





move over, 
let the master through.
it's
half passed time i
was
this abused.


by that
hunk of meat
who
has all the girls
screaming out for blood
like
he owned the world.


they said his name
is hercules
and
i had better
stay my needs.
or else
he'll hammer me
below
the waxed-down wood
of this
barroom floor.


so i
made moves to get between
this blonde
and his
half-ripped blue jeans.
to see if i
could cop a squeal
as he turned me
into
his next meal.


for i didn't care
if
he could dance.
or what
was in his underpants.
i only
wanted to know for sure
how gods
move mountains
in
the real world!





sjw 06/29/10 inspired at this very moment in time by GiGAHEART.






from the 'beauty series' of poems