Let's hear a bit, shall we?
"On a Sunday afternoon, when the
shudders are down and the
proletariat possesses the street in
a kind of dumb torpor
...there are certain thoroughfares
which remind one of nothing less
than a big cancerous cock laid open
longitudinally.
Librarian: What is this nonsense?
Lucian: Henry Miller.
Allan: Tropic of Cancer.
Librarian: Mr. Miller's works are not
permitted in this library.
Lucian: I know. That's why I committed it to memory before I came.
Librarian: *confused*
I'm sure that's not allowed either.
Lucian: What? Speaking the words of his text? Or only speaking them in the
order in which he wrote them? Would it make a difference if I said them in reverse order? (reciting aloud) "Longitudinally open laid cock..."
Allen: *laughs*
Lucien: *winks*
Meanwhile...
Librarian: Security!
Bill/security: Already here, Ma'am. Another pervert on the premises?
*handcuffs Lucien and starts to drag him out of the room*
Lucian: Let me go! I'm innocent!
Bill/security: Cork it! *takes out a roll of masking tape. He tapes Lucien's mouth shut*
Bill: To the clinker. Let's go. *Tugs on Lucien's cuffs, but they break* Cheap
plastic.
*TOUR GUIDE appears with a genuine SECURITY GUARD*
*Lucien peels the tape off his mouth*
Lucian: Gigs up, Bill.
No one reads this shit but its okay
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A Bit Of Me
Randompoems i enjoy or some i made up, if its one i like i will tell you were i found it
