John W. McEwers
I'D Be Embarrassed, But She Was Like An Eight-And-A-Half - Poem by John W. McEwers
Oh, she took my cash and wiped her sweat
I wiggled out of bed and the sheets so wet
she caught me then, in her money net,
and thank god for black-out curtains
because I just got paid this week
and we're gunna make it
a hot night all day.
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