It's late at night and way past my bedtime. Perhaps this has lowered my inhibitions and inspired me to compose a poem. This is dedicated to Julian and based on the hijinks in the film. I guess I'll call it "Supermarket Sex with Jules." Totes Magotes. :)
I would make sex with you in a shark attack
Or a cheesy grocery store in a tsunami.
I would make sex with you by the magazine rack
Or by the display of deli pastrami.
I would make sex with you in the black, murky water
Or in the seedy, dirty parking garage.
I would make sex with you by the river otters
Or on the backseat of the security dude's Dodge.
I would make sex with you beside the canned goods
Or by the safe you attempted to rob.
I would make sex with you wearing that black hood
Or watch you flog on your knob.
I would make sex with you under fluorescent lights
Or inside the market's cold-ass freezer.
I would make sex with you in the piranhas' fight
Or on film for the movie's teasers.
I would make sex with you in wet clothes
Or completely in the nude.
I would make sex with you while fish bite our toes
Or even if a natural disaster dampens the mood.
