Issue 221, Summer 2017
My God, what a beautiful New York day!
If only getting old would go away!
Wings that used to lift me like a hawk
Before my dick turned into chalk
So I could pounce
On every girl and eat up every ounce
Is something I don’t want to whine about.
I was walking down the street and I felt a sudden doubt.
I was circling in the sky
Looking down at potential prey and started to cry.