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Back in the Day

The park isn’t as it used to be, with its parking lot orgies,
The cocksucks in cars.
Now all these sluts do is circle the streets
With their blasting stereos, their windows tinting married faces,
 
Reminiscing about getting face-fucked in their leather seated sports cars.
No one’s sucking dick anymore
With their stereos blaring, the windows tinting married faces
No one’s getting naked & fucking in the grass.
 
Craig isn’t around to suck dick anymore
When he used to walk down Park Avenue half naked
With his dick ripe for sucking. Men praised his cock like Buddhist priests.
Everybody’s cautious & scared of plain-clothes cops
 
Standing on the corner of Park Avenue in jeans and flannel shirts
Pretending to be hustlers, badges stuck in their shirt pockets.
It’s not safe out here with all these plain-clothes cops around,
Parked, writing down the number of every faggot’s license plate.
 
 
The Frenchtown, cocaine-sniffing hustlers
Try to flag me down, but I ain’t into AIDS dick,
Crack-addicted cock.
The Latino college boy, I rimmed in my truck last Friday wants me to stop,
 
He tries to flag me down, but I’ve already had his dick
When his thighs were cocked upon my dashboard,
His butt being munched upon on a hot, Friday night.
Where is Dean in his tomato-red Toyota, tonight?
 
I saw his own thighs cocked upon somebody’s dashboard,
But I couldn’t see the dude’s face, for the fogged up windows
As Dean was getting his salad tossed in his tomato-red Toyota.
I want to get my dick sucked, but I’m not that fond of handcuffs
 
That bound Dean’s wrists behind his fogged up windows.
The park ain’t as it used to be,
When I used to get my dick sucked in unlit alleyways.
Now these sluts sit behind automatic-locked doors, concealed behind visors
Masking their true identities, remembering when dick was a dime a dozen.

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