“Must a man be reminded the inadequacy of the size of his dick by the size of the lady’s dick sucking him off” Rough quote from forced entries by jim carroll.
You know to hear a lovely “cuckoo, cuckoo,” during
each free blessed hour out of a beautiful authentic bird
outing–though very brief, but every hour, a time-keeper;
I can neither assert or deny that what effect on
other “clients” in the State Facility– the nervous
sordid wreck of the masturbating, hiding underneath
their beds, running in their skin suits into the day
room and/or lining up in the day room for a fire (setting)
drill )– the sound “cuckoo, cuckoo” I prayed to my dog
would cause bi-sanity. I only hope the sound drives the “techs”
cagey and batty as the eight hours or at least sixteen (double shifts)
cuckoo’s every day for yearsuponyears, til twenty–when they serve the
State’s twenty year employment package deal, and moon the client’s
upon the last footstep to freedom, instead of tinnitus because of an
awesome music career touring all over the world; the techs hear
“Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo,cuckoo, fuck you, cuckoo, cuckoo.
One last lovely thing, ah yes, they remember my shit eating grin from 2002-2004.