Come old and young, come big, little, wild and tall
Come down to the Legion, join the Hairy Leg Ball
Bring your varicose veins, please do not stall
Bring your grossest. hairiest ugliest furriest legs
To the marvelous, magical, loveliest Hairy Leg Ball
We will have razors to shave off most of your ruff.
We will hold you down hard, so you don’t give us no guff.
We will shave off your fleas, your lice, and all other stuff
If you give us a chance, we might make a swipe at your ****
All are welcome – the feeble, the wobbly, even the buff.
Stranded on the road again
With a pack of cigarette and jar of wine
And a snoozed up box and a leaked tank
In a cold-desert known as end of the world
My heart scampers for a soul for help
With furriest echoes breaking the wind's voice
And the soring sky eclipsing the benumbed night
Stranded on the road like before
With a dead battery and a panicked gaze -
I watched my lazy jalopy as it relaxes by the road
side
Clad in smokes and grimes down to top
Its tyres are worn-out like my childhood
toothbrush
And its eyes are cracked and broken
Stranded on the road
Locked deep in superficial meditation
While I smoke away and get drunk
Passersby honk and zoomed by
Veering left to right from a potential casualty
Me! Whose pity will I win for a ride to my love?
I'm by the side waiting for sleep to possess me
Nay to the bed of death in whose comfort I might
find myself
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