Plastic to an authentic man is,Tragic.Bodacious you may be,So curvaceous in your lace jeans,You lace me!With many carnal desires.But,Even with a drive,Such as mine,I tire!Like any other when It feels each wheel is falling off,On a road that once inspired me to fire,Shots,On shots,Of scotch until I rotted on a pile of rocks I rose... Continue Reading →