Text Me for a Poem (or Adventures in Foxy Boxingland)
// December 16th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Poetry
So recently I went to South Columbia and stayed at a hotel near Ft. Jackson (for my younger brother’s boot camp graduation) and my sister had never been to a strip club before; Might I add it was the only bar for miles around? We wanted to drink and they had pillowfighting.. Not only that, it was foxyboxing pillowfighting, need I say more?
So apparently, at some point after 8 rounds of Jaegerbombs, my older brother Patrick writes down a cryptic message on one side of a $2 bill and and the other says to “text me for a poem” and he actually wrote my number down! Then he says he left it at the bar where there was apparently some super hot stripper bartendress working there.
Suffice to say I was a little pissed, but thought nothing of it.
So we fast forward a couple weeks up to tonite and I get a text message which I figure out quick is from South Carolina… here’s how it goes down:
803-XXX-XXX: Hey
Me: Hey Yourself
803-XXX-XXX: I just found your num on this two dollar bill i had
Me: You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hands
Now you come out of
a confusion of peopleOut of a turmoil of
speech about youI, who have seen you
admin the primal thingsWas angry when they
spoke your name in
ordinary placesW would,
that the cool waves might
flow over my mindand that the world
should dry upas a dead leaf
or as a dandelion
seed pof and be swept awaySo that i might find
you againAlone
803-XXX-XXX: Wats your name
Me: I only promised a poem, never a name -
you’ll have to earn more for more803-XXX-XXX: How
Me: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours
803-XXX-XXX: Aight
803-XXX-XXX: You sendin it
Me: [SEND AWESOME PIC OF ME]
This is the photo I sent, it is one of my all time favorites.
803-XXX-XXX: Wat was that
Me: That was me smoking a cigarette
803-XXX-XXX: Your a dude wat the fuck
Me: Uhh.. Would you please give that $2 bill to the hottest chick you can find?
