Ode to an anabolic steroid

Posted by admin on May 22nd, 2008 filed in The New Illiterati

I’m sweating pure anabolic steroids,
& my balls smell like shit.

There’s shit on my path
and it smells like
the dehydrated apples of Kong
on my monkey balls.

You look for me in the bathtub
but I’m already there, dripping.

There’s sun in my face
– & youth is 4ever.

The sun dresses like a greek
philosopher peeing himself.


3 Responses to “Ode to an anabolic steroid”

  1. Teemu Manninen Says:
    May 22nd, 2008 at 7:17 am

    Hot dang poo, I missed your invitation to beer in the comments section. The damn thing’s not timestamped. We need to figure out a time & place - on 8th June I go away for a month. An idea: you should come with us to Kajaani Poetry Week, we could smuggle you, if you’re in Finland in July.

  2. admin Says:
    May 22nd, 2008 at 7:21 am

    I’m leaving for Iceland on the 30th, and staying till the end of august. But beer in the next couple of days would be perfect…

  3. Teemu Manninen Says:
    May 27th, 2008 at 4:28 pm

    The Nuori Voima birthday after party tomorrow?

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