BOYS' NIGHT OUT by K

BOYS' NIGHT OUT

RBON ORLEANS MADA

The weekend's here, it's been a lor wait

Now you begin the life you've

learned to hate.

The shirt you wear must be your bes Unbuttoned enough to show the hair on your chest.

The pants you want are hanging on a hook

You cannot be seen without the Jordache look.

Reeking with cologne, you check out your face

Then you make sure every hair is

in place.

When final inspection has finally been passed

You say a little prayer and hope it will last.

You spot the cologne, wondering

if you need more

Then grab your poppers as you rush

out the door.

In the car you make one more

quick check

And notice an old sucker bite still

on your neck.

Now comes the time to enter

the place

It must be done with no expression

on your face.

All eyes are on you,

it's perfectly clear

As you look for your friends,

who are not yet here.

Look at those men, with their

chests big and hairy

After all this time, it's still

kind of scary.

To think all they want is a trick

for the night-

They choose Mr. Gorgeous,

when they could have Mr. Right.

Heading quickly for the bar, you must get a drink

This isn't the place"

to stand around and think.

Your friends have arrived, you're

feeling less tense

They're in high spirits, it's easy to sense.

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PEOPLE in ACTION