Monday, August 27, 2012

Day 11: Twas the Night before Burning Man.

Twas the night before Burning Man, when all through the hotel
All the burners were a-stirring, or driving quickly here to some deadmou5
There drugs were packed up in backpacks with care
In hopes that Gate Checkers wouldn't look closely or care



Young couples were off spooning but worried  in bed
While jealous visions of their partner doing orgies bounced around in their heads
And Big Mamma in only her stilettos and I in my assless chaps
Had just finished a painful round of "Yes Mistress, I should of packed those wet naps"

When down the hotel  hall there arose such a clatter
It seemed some half-naked girls had been locked out, dressed as Mad Hatters!
Away to my suitcase I pulled out my lash
And I knew my Burning Man had begun as they bent over in-a-flash 

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