Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Beatnik Goes On

The pads of the beatniks grow hazy
from cigarette smoke, man, like crazy

Just steps below street

on bongos they beat

The cats would walk up but they're lazy


Norm Knott said...

These paperback books of pure pulp
Their covers make me gasp and gulp
The babes look so lush
Pure sex they do gush
The guys all look like Robert Culp

surly hack said...

The covers are lurid and garish
In real life their scenes are nightmarish
The women, all fallen
with morals appallin'
on Sunday should visit their parish