A Man like me

 
In the pavements
I would lay my back against
the white walls and waited
for the pretty girls to pass by
And I would see it all
Long blueprinted sainted dresses
Short dissected skirts
Plasma asses
Onion buttocks
Fair aroma skins
Cracked scarred skins
Huge balmy heels
small preyed feet
Ugly faced baboons
And some pretty faced angels
I would see it all
Then I would see a man like me
Following from behind.

By Garnet Howse.