Slutty Carousel Poem

It’s just another apartment soaked in jet fuel,
and his roommate was rocking ’89 culottes 
as if they’d roll back around like a slutty carousel.

It meant the whole world,
becoming really “mindful” of people’s curves;
you could make a lot of money teaching classes on it.
There’s a huge range of foci for asses in 2016.

His senior quote was, “I’m a virgin; marry me,”
so the dean made him lick the flagpole in an ice storm.
He knew he deserved it and said it was bona fide.
Then he learned his lesson like those butterflies
that hauled ass over the Pacific to get to Catalina Island.
He was conservative in school,
so he wouldn’t have to be when the bed sores took over.