Drazen Boskic

A Chubby Tale


Off my green three-wheeler time to wave
A rubber tooter good bye
1984 Bells rang holding daddys hand
You be good now he said
Boys and uniforms Balls and nets
Trinity and I were
And I hear it squealing maybe just
Another kid riding
Boys and looks Fists and fags
Thought I could make a friend
And I can hear it squealing maybe me
Hes leaving just another kid riding
Found a friend called Chubby but they
Grabbed him Palooka in my way
How could I save him
And I heard him squealing wish I was dreaming
Off the bike for a boyhood ride
From the classroom to the darkroom
From the Christmas myth to a boys suite
Cos there are boys and boys
Sissies and real ones
Will he forgive me
Remember him squealing but I was standing
Cos there are hard ones and Hard-On - s
Porn stars and soccer boys
Ones a Bull called Pitt
Anothers just hit
And every day I ride down that playground
But I was standing waiting for a carnage sound
Nothing here 
Every day I can hear him squealing
Just like then standing with my trinity
Will he forgive me
Will he forgive me
Will he forgive me
Will he forgive me










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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/13/2006.


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