I couldn’t help
but stare,
That day at the
beach,
At a wrinkled
butt
Completely bare,
Off in the
distance
And out of
reach.
We pointed,
We laughed,
Didn’t feel bad
And didn’t feel
crass.
Old man butt
Strutting on
sand,
Not giving a
single fuck,
Burning doobie
in hand.
We looked at the
ocean
And then looked
at his butt
Simply praying
he wouldn’t turn
Our way and
display his stuff…
Then just our
luck.
Walking proudly
towards our towels
a naked hippie
swinging free,
took one look
and panicked,
“Grab the shit
guys!”
Time to flee!!!
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