© 2010 Jeff Albrecht
February 6, 2010
I guess I’m just a facebook boob caught up by chests inflated
I clicked a box marked single after entering my birth day
As if by magic forces there a farce did then erupt
The chests of girls depicted in advertisements did grow
I have two brains that you might know, one above and one below
I call this Richard Cranium and Dick the one below.
My life involves the discipline and confusion of their lies
As I strive to understand a balance allowing members to elucidate or grow
as Dick digresses forward growing Richard that more dimmer. I hope to find a facebook boob whose
chest might fit my zipper. Damn it, knock it off Dick. Umm sorry about that…
double entendre and innuendo are a tangent for later intercourse <doh!>
Facebook boobs grew bigger as their tales grew tails so wicked that I felt obliged to dicker
OK I gota get a hold of myself cum on this is serious! Doh! See what I mean about my Richard growing dimmer?
With a paypal nudge down under from Dick Zipper while Richard shuddered Dick believed the proclamation from the statuesque post statutory blonde: “I’m looking for older men”
Now I offer this pledge reviewed in these words telling.
I will not succumb to facebook boobs. I will retain Richard upon my shoulders while allowing Dick his place. I detest the commercial exploitation of the differences of our genders. I enjoy the femininity of a woman’s grace while demand for she and me that we take our place together as equals not apart. Sharing life’s living of daily triumphs and tragedies respecting space while sharing space I hope to find myself in a space in space not spaced with space in place. What I mean to say is that something worth having can not be pursued. But I wouldn’t mind if in this time, without a line I might find something so sublime. Just a prime time for a two of us to become as one in time. Now if it’s not my time for this, I know that I have won some time by writing this and sharing it this time. Thanks for listening.