Hot Fudge On A Hotdog Poem by Kevin Patrick

I've got Hot Fudge on A Hotdog
Drinking a pina colada my liver can't jog
Seeing rainbows at night
Swirling up wind and away
I'm dancing to music that's made for the deaf
Looking for girls shaped on the left
So I can take them home and nakedly repent
When my rubber rulers… going all bent


You can come down my hole
Where it stinks of gold
And theirs a door of light
So far out of sight
You can go blind
when you are mine Ho

I've got hot fudge on a hotdog
It smells of pork with a hint of smog
You can sink those taunting hips
Around the fur over my lips
Who cares if its wrong or right
Cause Im thirsty for you tonight
Ill be your prince nightmare
If you just… hold me bare
Hmmmmmmm?

You should really try
Hot fudge on a dog tonight
tastes like 2 ballerinas in a fistfight
Pink Pistols pumping out
Bullets of whip cream
Or lemonade dripping
Down a steamy Gulf stream
Yummy!

Baby, I'm just so glad
You know how to swim
Cause I'm drowning in you
And I know I can't win
And now I'm pinned
In your smooth velvet skin
I'm a werewolf baby
and Im going to wear you! ow

So I'm going to have
Hot fudge on a hotdog…tonight!