"there is nothing misogynistic about anything, stop trippin.
i type this way because im black and from nyc chill son "
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
"there is nothing misogynistic about anything, stop trippin.
i type this way because im black and from nyc chill son "
The Hardy Boys At The 'Y'
Joe met Frank whilst working out at the YMCA
The bench presses & the forearm curls are what got them off that day
On the floor of a darkened weight room
For an hour these two did lay.
In the distance they heard others basketball their lives away.
Their lives away.
Their work out being over to the showers these two did go
In the shower room they showered & Frank gave his soap to Joe
A varicose veined tired exec, what the thing just did not know
Frank asked his chum to do his back & places down below, down below
To this request Joe did agree with a time square sleazy smile.
The gaping mouths of washed up jocks could not cramp Joe's style.
Fondling done with, soaped up hands can indeed beguile.
It was Greek to them & they came again
Trashing on cold tile, on cold tile
They strolled around the locker room taking in the sights.
They mounted scales, they weighed themselves.
Out of habit they checked their heights.
Together they squeezed blackheads underneath fluorescent lights.
Then Frank performed a modern dance in Joe's bikini tights, bikini tights.
Joe & Frank they left the 'Y' their exercising done.
They ambled down West 23rd, their love had just begun.
Back inside a dad tied sneakers for his six year old young son.
And around & around the indoor track a pretty girl did run, she did run.
Loudon Wainwright.
i said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town.
it takes one to know one
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