That Island Life

A big pulsating vein on the side of my tube snake

Woke up next to a beach bum oiled up in dried come I think his name was Jake or was it

Jason, Gregory, Owen or Jimmy

I forget I’ve been with so many beach men

They sweet talk me, but me red stripes next thing I know I’m on my belly with a Mr universe inside of me

Or was it Randy, Ricky, Mikey or Bobby? Who knows they all kind of run together that is the way of the beach mon.

There is no gay or straight here just fucking

There is no love or hate here just coming until your balls pop like little balloons in the sea

Hey mon, you got with Jimmy mon?! That’s my boyfriend mon!!!!!!

I don’t care and I’d do it again

Gay on the beach all day my friend

150 red stripes in my gut

Empty little bottles all over this air bnb and cocaine on the coffee table

I really screwed up this time mon

Oh no I did gay stuff again

Oh well that is life on the island

Mon