somewhere there’s some guy who is always right
somewhere there’s some guy who is always good
somewhere there’s some guy walking around with a parrot on his
shoulder with bird shit all over his shirt
somewhere there’s some guy who has just cut off his finger
somewhere there’s some guy getting a blow job
somewhere there’s some guy giving a blow job
somewhere there’s some guy who thinks that he’s pretty cleaver because
he has a lot of things and makes lots of money
somewhere there’s some guy who thinks that he’s pretty cleaver because
he has nothing and no money
somewhere there’s some guy wondering why they’re called ‘blow jobs’
in the first place—shouldn’t they be called ‘suck jobs’
or ‘lick jobs?’
somewhere there’s some guy who knows the answer to this
somewhere there’s some guy wondering why when we get mad at somebody
do we call them a ‘cocksucker?’
isn’t that like saying that the act of sucking cock is a bad thing?
don’t people like having their cock sucked?
shouldn’t we associate that word with things that make us happy?
as in “thanks darling for helping out with the dishes. you’re a real cocksucker”
or “lebron james just scored a slam dunk. way to go cocksucker!”
and somewhere there’s some guy reading nietzsche who hopes that it helps
him get laid
somewhere there’s some guy reading jane austen and declares
that it damn well better get him laid
somewhere there’s some guy wondering what it would have been like if nietzsche and
austen had fucked
somewhere there’s some guy wondering if nietzsche would’ve ate austen’s pussy
somewhere there’s some guy wondering that if so, would austen have sucked
nietzsche’s cock
somewhere there’s some guy saying that austen might’ve thought both things to be
‘impertinent’
somewhere there’s some guy who would’ve loved to have eaten her pussy
even if she refused to suck his cock
somewhere there’s some guy wondering if that’s what love is
and somewhere there’s some guy not wondering at all
and somewhere there’s some guy buying a pair of shoes
and somewhere there’s some guy listening to his ipod
and somewhere there’s some guy standing in line to buy a video game
and somewhere there’s some guy smoking weed
and somewhere there’s some guy getting busted for smoking weed
and somewhere there’s some guy who will make money off of that guy
because he owns a prison
and somewhere there’s some guy being held in egypt and is only allowed
to sleep one hour a day
somewhere there’s some guy who heard this on npr right before he left for work
(he sleeps 7 or 8 hours a night, no problem)
somewhere there’s some guy wondering whatever happened to bradley manning
somewhere there’s some guy who’s fantasizing about sarah palin
somewhere there’s some guy who thinks that the nazis were right about everything
somewhere there’s some guy who can’t think of anything else besides pussy
somewhere there’s some guy who can’t think of anything else besides
sarah palin’s pussy
somewhere there’s some guy who thinks that oil will last forever
somewhere there’s some guy who doesn’t believe in homeless republicans
somewhere there’s some guy who IS a homeless republican
and somewhere there’s some guy who is killing some other guy
somewhere there’s some guy killing himself
but somewhere there’s some guy who is going to try and suck his own cock first
and somewhere there’s some guy who always secretly wanted to be a junkie
and somewhere there’s some guy who is a junkie
somewhere there’s some guy who has to put his cat to sleep because he can’t
afford to have her treated
somewhere there’s some guy who is kicking his cat because she won’t shut up
somewhere there’s some guy who is hitting his wife because she won’t shut up
somewhere there’s some guy talking to crows
somewhere there’s some guy yelling at children because they keep
chasing the pigeons away… he says
“leave the fuckin’ pigeons alone and let them
speak to me like the death of flowers”
somewhere there’s some guy beating his kid
somewhere there’s some guy who accidentally beats his kid to death…
(you’ll probably hear about him on the evening news)
somewhere there’s some guy in a bank who is ripping someone else off
who has very little to begin with
somewhere there’s some guy with a job description which includes torture
somewhere there’s some guy who is that guy’s assignment
somewhere there’s some guy who believes it’s alright to hold people without
trial and torture them because they are from a country that is not the u.s.
somewhere there’s some guy in government trying to strip u.s. citizens
of their right to a trial
(you probably won’t hear anything about that on the news)
and somewhere there’s some guy making beautiful music
and somewhere there’s some guy who can hear it
and that’s something you probably won’t hear on the evening news
either
somewhere there’s some guy who hears a teenage girl say “suck my cock”
and wonders when teenage girls started saying that
somewhere there’s some guy who thinks that that’s great
and somewhere there’s some guy who thinks I’m a decent poet (god or whatever
bless them)
and somewhere there’s some guy who’s referring to me as a “cocksucker”
because I did something that made him mad
even though I’ve never sucked his cock
(god or whatever bless him too)
–J. Claudius Cloyd