What a day babies, what a long lonely baby-less day - why do you torture me so?
I'm drunk now babies - trying to forgets the pains in my loins for y'all!
Walking down these city streets, riding these city busses, you drives me crazy
babies! Your brests like melons restrained from my tender touchings by thin
fabrics. The ways you make yo asses just jiggle so, and your hips swish and
sway from side-to-side like two glorious pieces of prime pork product! And yo
calf muscles - perched high on those heels like candy statues, ummmm... oh how
the T-man would like to lick and slobber all over the fine Buffets I see in
this town! If I had been unfortunate enough to never be getting no education
I'd put you all on Salem Witch trial for the spells you be puttin' on me.
And I ain't even gotten to yo feets yet! with those toes all sticking out -
like little sausages sans cocktail sticks.
What do I have to do Honeys! I bin honest wit you? Told you about my flaw -
even told you how i'd whine and dine you, and give you romanticizin likes you
never had before.
AAn that's when I gotz to thinkin' about what the shrink in the joint told me
after I got caught humping the prison Mashed potatoes - he be sayin how I got
this Don Juanism - and All I said was Hell no, I ain't even been to Puerto Rico.
Oh Babies - it;s the Cobra making me talk from the depths o my sensitive guts -
maybe I just not being honest wit myself... I admit - there was this one time I
was watching A Prince video with him in concert - you know I was a little high
an sh*t, and hadn't bin with a woman since my second wife left me fo her cousin
TJ (hehehe...joke on her, he got paraplegicized by a runaway car...never did
get dat driver!), well anyway - The Artist formelry and presently once known as
was wearing these pants that let you see his azz cheeks... and I got a woody
watching him shake those things...
Sure in prison we had to do some things - but we weren't gay babies - it was
just survivin - and sometimes when a bigger man wants to show you how to dance
you let him lead - you know what I sayin...
So I don;t think that makes me no homosassual - maybe the Prince thing does
though... so I guess babies I'm asking you to help me deal with this critical
crisis in my life - make love to the sensitive, confused, T-man babies... help
me over this doubtin' of my sexuality! Coz, I don;t want to have no more sex
with no menz... they smell bad, and the scrotum is a very unnattractive piece
of flesh (in the T-man's humble opinion babies)
THough i f I ever had to go bavck to the joint, I'd like Prince as my cell mate
this time - or maybe the bad guy from that sci-fi film StarGate - he was kinda
cute.
Babies - why you make me tell you this stuff baby!
I only hopes that openings up my heart like this will help you see that you
should open up your bubbliscious bosoms to me,
Peas, Love, to you all,
T-MAN