XXII.
You just go on and slap your knee,
Yes, I know the joke’s on me.
I just could not help myself,
Now your eyes gleam with glee.
Rub it in all you want:
I barked up the wrong tree.
Yep, you told me long ago,
Even bought the fucking tee,
Borrowed words from old man Bill,
“I told thee.”
XXIII.
The bodies seeking out their own spotlight,
Ice cubes fly, expertly caught in a glass,
Just flip the bottles; it’s a damn hot night,
flex your arms, show your smile, and shake your as