Leanin' on a bar in a club in a crowd
While a Junior Vasquez remix is up real loud.
The TV in the corner showin' porno tapes:
Guys with abs—on dates.
His touch is slight; the guy on my right
With a pat on my shoulder
Got my zipper goin' down right now.
And he's movin' with the rhythm
of the sounds on the box
In a short leather jacket and clean white socks.

Pet Shop Boys, techno noise,
Todd Terry in a tight t-shirt
On this aging body boy
With this dirty spin
On the line that I've heard before
But I listen and grin.
And down another shot of gin on ice
With bitters, and a lemon slice.

Man, how did I get here?
Where's my ride?
I drank too much
And I'm kinda confused in my mind.
So I'm chasin' a Bud
With gin on the rocks
While the guys on the patio
Take out their cocks.

He wears a rubber ring
And this leather thing
That covers his cock.
He says he's hard a rock
And he's hung like a horse:
Of course, of course, of course.
Do I wanna step out on the patio?
Takes out the handcuffs
Just like a cop:
First I'm under arrest on the bottom,
Then I'm under arrest on the top.

Hey, what am I doin' here?
Where's my ride?
I drank so much
And I'm kinda confused in my mind.
So I'm chasin' a Bud
With a gin on the rocks
While the guys on the patio
Take out their cocks.

Mike Enright, c. 1994