Ode to Slik Mik

In honor of my story on Shy Boys Win, I present Ode to Slik Mik which was written on the night several of us slept outside waiting to purchase tickets for The Cult/Metallica. (I never made it to the show.) For poem purpose, we changed Sik Mik to Slik Mik.

Ode to Slik Mik:

Hey babe How's about you & me
Burn some calories
Come on Baby
Don't you want some lovin'!
I wanna be your sex oven.
Come on
You know what I need
I wanna be your sex machine
I wanna hammer you
Fill you overflowing with my Love Goo!
We can do it all night
With a little help from you
It will be all right
I'll growl in your ear
Smell my breath of cigarettes & beer
If you get too near
It will send my dick into high gear
And when it gets limp
And gets itty-bitty
I can grab a beer & reach for your titty.

By: Shana, Lamit, & Renee

Sidenote: I can't remember his reaction, though I would if it was bad. He was a bouncer at the Trocadero in Philly & can be briefly seen in the 'Signs' video by Tesla. He also did things like drive his car through a wall at Byberry. For obvious reasons, I opted to drive when we hung out.