Brawny studs single team the parking lots
cruising for wheelwrights on a bender
Under the sodium vapor light
McCarthy sneers, stoned cold thug
He lumbers by, a pile of splintered boards
caught inside his boot leg jeans
The chicks dig him with his Marciano nose
his breath like bourbon on a garlic high
Smell the air, he thunders, there's a fire coming
drop your beer!
Deer bolt from the blazing Everglades
the final Florida panther squashed by a fire truck
Miami's over there, past the smoke and South Beach
where leggy fashion models, a dime a dozen
Compete with each other for World Class lifeguards
with outrageous sexual inuendoes and stand up tits
Oblivious to the conflagration chewing
even now at their palm fringed foundations
I'm not jealous, I'm a brawny stud myself
I teach literature 101 at the Junior College
I do not grade on curves
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