It looks like I don't get to go to P-town (Provincetown, Mass) this summer because time and work, etc., never did that synchronically thing. In my semi-bitterness, I wrote the following parody. I hope you like it. -- Bob Harry and the Kingpin The buff man arrives Twinkie shot boys greet him Guys dressed like cops great him P-town, hot men, abs and pecs rippling Here's the tribe The victims of Stairmasters The band sounds like Stairmasters The buff man he's not lisping His eyes hold Harry His left hand holds Bud Light What does that wrist desire That he holds it just right Harry in the ring The picked-over guys are discoing A man in a platinum wig is vamping Southpaws for now withdrawn One by one they fling His other-guy stories at him His Liams and his Louies at him In Calvins they look on The men Kingpin's taken grow cold too soon He ships their sunburned asses Off to Saskatoon Harry in his house Kingpin in a heap is snoring While bugs in his balls are still scoring Half-dreams, half-delirious schemes Haunt Harry's head If I only had nice blinds Romantic, crisp white blinds We'd probably get along Harry and the Kingpin Both know songs by Cher And drifting guy to guy They dare not look too gay You know they dare not look too gay
