MAX LIKES DAMES.
Max likes a piece of
Ass as much as the
Next guy, but as he’s
Got older, he’s realized
There are other things
Equally important if
Not more so in life,
Such as reading Tolstoy’s
War and Peace or completing
Proust’s over long novel
Or drinking a 15 year old
Malt all to himself or visiting
His father’s grave and leave
Flowers not spittle or listen
To Wagner’s Ring cycle
Without a break, sipping top
Quality beer and smoking
The best cigars. He thinks
Of all the dames he’s known,
Remembers many of them for
The best reasons not the bad,
Can recall their perfumes,
Their funny ways, their figures,
Big, small, thin and obese,
Can almost see them in his
Mind’s eye long after their
Departures or demise. Nights
Especially they come back
To him, these ghostly dames,
While he sips and smokes,
Listening to Bach, scratching
An itch, trying to shut out the
Voice of the next-door bitch,
Watching these phantom
Dames sitting themselves
Down around his room or
Walking, swaying their fine
Asses, giving him their peaceful
Gaze, which they never did,
He muses smiling, in former days.
