'the world of mein fren plad pants jason'

- "the world of mein fren plad pants jason" he walks in skinny-ankle-chuck-taylors'-Converse-kicks in languid manner   in clever thought, & an up sleeve trick his surreal world of arms called legs   and after dinner (bellybutton) lint. in his check'd plad moods   of clack-clack-hack   and smack-smack-laugh, he consumes thought for food.   his brusque way of transcending the mundane. however, he should read the fine print carefully, for,  ... the "conformists" aren't all the same. in an early-model-hoopty-boat driving like wake in megan' s broken bake   and panty hose fake. but that's all in the cake...    er...    past. as we move along this timeline, we find my man habitually broke,  without a dime. an' this be not his only crime, he ate the Journalist Nazi's last lime. he puffs the pretty nicotine rolled tubes, in his fourth cup of coffee, crumbles a sugar cube. these smells tag along with him, even in the nude. it (he) reminds me of my mother, only not as lewd. all in all, he's pretty rad, this plad clad lad. & one of the miffiest frens i e'er had, i'll miss him lots, when i move i'll be sad, but he's always welcome to visit my new pad.  -COMMENT hey plad pants, thought i'd be thoughtful. -- i even went to the trouble of counting syllables and end rhymes. much love holmes. i'll miss you. Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 12:36 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10