Winter Nights

Hugging you is like sipping on

that last pack of Hot Chocolate mix

Stirred in with hot water.

I. don’t. Give. a. fuck

About nothing else. Cause what I’m engaged with

Is too ‘portent and tooooo good to be worried

About what the next cat drinking next door.

Hugging you is like taking off my work shoes

after standing all day. Down at DEE JOB.

Fucking around all day on my feet and then worrying about

How the man say I ain’t working hard enough.

So I come home with my long coat, heavy bag,

and work shoes, shid, even my fedora hat

If it ain’t flown away on yesterday

all the way down

Bedford

Avenue, down

there

past Park Slope, where them wealthy YIMBYS live, and

down

There near where the

Verrazano connects Staten Island with the rest of this rat-infested city.

I digress.

Hugging you is goooood. Too good.

To be shared with the rest of Brooklyn.

So I asked you to be my girl…

So on winter nights, we can hug.

And enjoy the last pack of Hot Chocolate mix

Stirred in with hot water.

I. don’t. Give. a. fuck

About nothing else.

cause what I’m engaged with

is toooooo ‘portent and toooooo goood,

to be worried about

What the

next cat

drinking next door.