Head Graffiti
Writings on the Restroom Walls
at Magellan's Log
I am but a humble pilgrim.
There's no need to scrape and squeeze.
Don't take the silver paper
when I'm trying to sell you cheese.
--Procol Harum, "The Devil Came from Kansas,"
A Salty Dog.
My back aches, my penis is sore.
I simply can't fuck anymore.
I'm covered with sweat.
You haven't come yet,
And, my God, it's a quarter to four.
--Maurice Girodias,
Publisher, Olympia Press, Paris.
(Girodias asserted that this was the best limerick
ever written.)
We're always home free.
We're all ways home free.
We're all always home free.
We're all all ways home free.
There was a young sailor from Nantucket
Whose prick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.
You have to learn to pick yourself up,
turn yourself inside out,
and see the world with new eyes.
--Peter Weiss, Marat/Sade
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