Saturday, September 14, 2019

Postcards Of Perversion by John Patrick Robbins

       
I believe I will open a gated community for drunks and perverts alike.

So we can live in peace chasing ass and talking shit down at our local bar .

Group activities will include Roman orgies and an all you can eat buffet .

Taco Tuesdays and wet t-shirt contests every Thursday night.

Bloody Mary mornings every day and a little afternoon delight .

A unattended graveyard for those of you demented shits wanting to simply grab a cold one .

I wouldn't dunk my head underneath the water in the hot tub unless you've had your shots.

And the days of riding bare back are best left to legends of the old west .

It would be the destination of all drinkers and horny bastards alike .

Fuck Disneyland well we do have the furries as well.
Just in case you ever wanted to nail Daisy duck .

We would be like the Basken Robbins of perversion .
With a  hundred and one flavors of absurdity .

The party  lights definitely on , so light a real cigarette because the fools are seldom sober and everyone's  half naked it seems.

What some may consider trash is our perverted treasure .

Sending good vibes from often sticky pages .

Wish you were here.






John Patrick Robbins

Is the editor and chief of the Frat .
He enjoys binge drinking constant work and being driven insane by fellow writers .

He also worships the devil and runs the legion of doom.

His publications include .

The Yellow Pages , Ariel Chart , Hustler Magazine, Guns And Ammo , The Serial Killer Qurterly , Ladies Home Journal, The Rye Whiskey Review.


His work is always unfiltered

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