FOLSOM PRISON BLUES!๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

โ€œTRAPPED INSIDE A CLOSET!โ€ a poem, dedicated to my cousin! April 6, 2018 Friday. sung to the tune of FOLSOM PRISON BLUES!
I see The Gays a-coming; theyโ€™re cominโ€™ out for me,
But I-am just-so-filled-with blatant hetero-sex-ua-lity;
I AM a sexy magnet, and maybe-I-should-say: โ€œBi, Bi!โ€*
O-oo-oo -but-when I try the โ€œBinary-system,โ€
Then I SEE YOUR THIGH! ๐Ÿ™‚
When I was just a young (pick one) boy, stud, trick, kid – letโ€™s go with STUD ๐Ÿ™‚ ,
My MAMA told me: โ€œ Son! Stay inside that closet – until – the settinโ€™ sun –
So, I didnโ€™t-come-out-o-the-closet,
UNTIL HALF PAST NINE!
and NOW I THINK THE BLOODY CLOSET –
IS SO-O-O-O DIVINE!
(Musical Interlude!)
So, Iโ€™m-stuck-inside this closet,
Itโ€™s purty tight right now,
And in this sexy closet,
I THINK THERE ARE SOME COW,
โ€˜Cause, although-it-might-be-dark,
I CAN SMELL – SWEET – MILK,
And-moistened-skin-upon-me –
GIRLโ€™S THIGHS-ARE-(LIKE)-SILK!
(More, more – please, more – more MUSICAL INTERLUDE!)
Like-I-say-ITโ€™S MIGHTY DARK,
But-I-get-my- ( n o s e ) stroked lots,
And every now and then I must admit –
I GET โ€œTHE HOTS,โ€
โ€˜Cause I Am a sexy magnet!
IT SIMPLY M U S T BE TRUE!
But-anyway-I-am-NOT-lonesome,**
Iโ€™LL BLOW MY BLUES FOR YOU! ๐Ÿ™‚
fin. <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rw7LVKWEo4o
* – Sexuality, that is – country livinโ€™ – movie stars -Yโ€™all come! Hear?
** – like a DOVE!!

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“Wonderful Tonight-Eric Clapton ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™

lyrics”

โ€œI CANโ€™T TELL!โ€ a poem. a.k.a.: โ€œOTHER THINGS!โ€ from the series: โ€œPoems of Desperation & Uncertainty!โ€ 04/06/2018.

{I canโ€™t tell – over-the-phone,

IF you are sincere –

I can hear, BUT I canโ€™t see –

Your tears are not so โ€œclear!โ€

I canโ€™t know – even though,

You say – my name aloud,

Even-if A THOUSAND TIMES,

(โ€™cause) Repetition-can-be-so-โ€œproud!โ€

The phone is quite imperfect, as a loving tool,

(for) I must see your eyes and mouth, lest I would be a fool,

To believe just-what-I-hear, When-I-canโ€™t-see-or-smell –

Itโ€™s-just-a-phone, Iโ€™m-still-alone: โ€œHOW, DEAR- CAN I TELL,

IF – YOUR-LOVE IS โ€˜REAL,โ€™ IF YOUR WORDS ARE TRUE –

I SHOULD MAYBE JUST HANG UP, JUST HANG UP ON YOU!โ€}

[โ€œYouโ€™re-so-right, my loving fey, to be quite, quite suspicious,

Of-my-sentiments-on-the-phone, I-might-just-be-malicious,

And โ€œplaying-you-For-a-fool,โ€ PRAY – Tell, How to tell?!

IF-my-loveโ€™s-sincere-or-not, Or IF itโ€™s just some Hell!

Well, well, my Love, consider THIS, as you grasp your phone,

Just how long must I talk before itโ€™s NOT a โ€œcon?โ€

And – how-much-utterance-of-your-blessed-name-

Must I say, Before,

I tame your sweet โ€œmis-trustingโ€ – tamed for evermore!?

Perhaps Iโ€™ve said your โ€œmantraโ€ a thousand, thousand times,

And-weโ€™ve-been-on-daily-calls –

Iโ€™ve writ 10,000 rhymes!*

And-I-have-sent-you-presents

And-painted your sweet face,

To line my bedroom with your โ€œpicsโ€

Of love – and gorgeous GRACE!

And weโ€™ve both made some videos, until weโ€™ve broke(n) our phones,

And weโ€™ve heard one another sleep, with snoring and some moans!

Perhaps youโ€™re right,

Phone calls donโ€™t tell

A perfect, pictured story,

But OTHER THINGS, along with calls, Can highlight all this glory! ๐Ÿ™‚

fin. <3

    • All inspired BY YOU! ๐Ÿ™‚ -YOU! <3