Sarah Kenny

Ireland

Saturday Nite on O’Connell Street –
It’s wild, it’s crazy, drink-induced stupor…
It’s animalistic, it’s horny, brite lights, shitty city…
It’s wanting to get the leg over, or the pussy poked…

Drink, Drink, maybe Drug, maybe more drink, Dance, dizzy, more drink
Building, building, pounding to a pissed horny blurry crescendo
It’s blind ambition, it’s sexual submission, Get a Fuck, Fast, Fast quick…
First vomit feel a bit sick!! Oops got a limpy lazy dick!

Suck, Suck, Lick, suck swallow!! mmm! … lick her pussy?… I couldn’t be fuckin bothered
Do you think he’s cute… I’d lick his flute! (maybe he’ll call me next week).

Yeah, he’ll call her a great ride to all his mates,
Can’t remember her name, but great tits.

I’ve liked him for ages. Danced for his eyes. He’s chatting me up now…
Now he’s feeling me up… rubbing my thighs, Now he’s shoving his Dick up my hole…

Is it a one-nite stand, up against a pissy lane wall,
Or is it a one-nite lie-down, in a dreary bedsit outside of town
If I give him my number, will he call me… will he call?

No fuckin chance love… Its just one of those things, Don’t take it to heart,
Just bring me, bring me… I’ll pull out in time, I’ll spurt on your thighs…
His cum is hot and runny and sticky… But will he ever ring me… Again…
Is it just a one nite thing… Better be good at it, Bring him, Bring him… Make him explode…

Now turn off the light, and go to sleep…Good ride… Good nite

(Text: heroes + holies catalogue, 2002)