Not So Deep Thinking by John Patrick Robbins

She had legs that ran so perfectly up to her tight little ass.
And that was the makings of a poem all in itself .

Most women viewed me as a pig for all I ever seemed to obsess over was booze and sex .

I believe that put me in the rare category known as being a man.
And honest ones where amongst a ever dying breed .

Maybe if I was lucky I would become endangered and they would put me in a zoo , feed me booze and pornagraphy on a regular basis .

People would come to view me in my natural dingy room habitat .

Then one day some clumsy woman would fall into my enclosure, with a nice rack and long legs .

They would have to shoot me.

 For after checking on her, I would compliment her and make her feel threatened as men no longer acted this way anymore .

She would feel bad as they put me down.
And protest would spawn all over the country.

People would wear shirts with my face on it women would attend these rallies.

 And shout for change .

My sad face would cling to breasts all over America.

And many strangers would shed a tear for the last of a long line of perverts had passed .


But in strange twist of fate I would be reincarnated into a girls bicycle seat .

And forever remain happy .

Spending eternity in my true moment of zen.

                        John Patrick Robbins

Is the editor and chief warlord of the Frat .
Which is a secret society and open cult dedicated to debauchery and serving the Dark Lord.

When not drinking his liver silly John enjoys running fifty publications at once and being driven insane from submissions .

His work has been published in .

Head Hunter Quarterly , The Black Magic Review , The I'm Secretly Living In Your Attic Magazine , Ariel Chart , The Dope Fiend Daily , Punk Noir Magazine, Tiger Beat Magazine and America's Most Unwanted .

His work is always unfiltered.