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My middle school buddy by Alexander Mikhaylov 2007-10-29 09:59:56 |
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He was my buddy all through The elementary and middle school I always thought that He was a little bit crazy He lived with his mom and his whole place looked like a mess Two fat grandmas No father and His grandmas Often fought Right in the kitchen I’d witnessed it a few times and I ended up was thinking ‘How the Hell he could stand it?’ His mother was a doctor and There was a huge collection Of medical books at their place Anatomical albums, stuff like that Showing parts of human bodies Open bellies, brains, dicks and pussies I hated when He tried to Show me something from those atlases Sometimes I spent an afternoon At his place and he Kept pushing those books Under my nose ‘Hey look, look at this! It’s a pussy, a real woman’s pussy.’ Or ‘Look, here’s a dick. Here’s what’s inside of it, huh?’ I hardly found it amazing, in fact Those illustrations made me sick But He insisted I should have a good look The weirdest thing was that He claimed that Those pictures turned him on Once I was hanging around his place when He started to talk about sex as usual then asked ‘How come I’ve never seen your dick, man? I mean, we know each other For such a long time and yet I’ve never seen it.’ ‘That’s ‘cause I never showed it to you,’ I said ‘Hey why don’t you show it to me now?’ He said ‘Why don’t you show me yours?’ ‘Huh! You know, people pay huge money To see other people’s sexual organs.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ I rummaged in my pocket and handed him All loose change I had ‘Show me your dick and this is yours,’ – I said. ‘OK’ He lowered his pants but Just for a moment Perhaps he was aroused or maybe not I didn’t have a chance to see it clearly Not that I was that much interested He put his pants back on quickly then We talked about other things finally I rose to leave when I noticed that He forgot to pocket that change It was still lying where I left it I collected it While he wasn’t looking Put it back into my pocket and left. ‘What the Hell, he’s a cheat,’ I thought I felt like laughing Some years later I learned that This middle school buddy of mine Became a doctor A real professional but The funny thing was that I’ve never ceased To think of him as Some kind of Weird guy Perhaps this is why I distrust all medics ever since. Ovi_magazine Ovi-lehti Poetry |
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