Always carrying a towel.
I like my women like I like my recycle bins…
Always carrying a towel.
I like my women like I like my recycle bins…
…filled with unsorted bottles and cans.
I like my women like I like my filing cabinets…
…square, gray, and full of stuff you’ve forgotten about.
I like my women like I like my rubber bands…
…wrapped around the base of a mug full of inkpens.
I like my women like I like my trash can liners…
…left on the curb Thursday nights.
I like my women like I like my mail…
…buried in my purse until I remember to buy stamps.
I like my women like I like my toenail clippers…
Springy and sharp
I like my women like I like my pizza…
…delivered in a greasy paper box.
I like my women the way I like my jar of pennies…
…with enough money to buy me something nice.
I like my women like I like my laundry hampers…
…large, wicker, and in my closet.
I like my women like I like my eggs…
… ovoid.
I like my women like I like my surrealist painters…
… with extra eyes.
I like my women like I like my shoes …
(Psst that was for YOU Uncle Beer)
…loose and leathery.
I like my women the way I like my garden…
Mostly overgrown but a good excuse to buy a chainsaw.
I like my women like I like my wallet…
…containing a few dollars and conformed to my left buttcheek.
I like my women like I like my cell phones…
…empty and flat.
I like my women like I like my lamp shades.
…starched and dusty.
I like my women like I like my nail polish…
. . .foul smelling and in forty different shades of red.
I like my women like I like my air conditioning. . .
…too expensive for three months, and then worthless for nine.
I like my women like I like my psychology instructor…