Babars Dream

The fat man noticed my Italian loafers and said they were effeminate; worn mainly by italians and queers. I decided i would teach this fat prick a lesson . I waited till i could hear the hum of the fat man snoring, he sounded like an old diesel bus engine heaving under the weight of its passengers. I watched and wondered what a man like this would dream about, maybe about men in Pettycoats being undressed and washed in a tin bath or simply flying a kite with Ian Rushs face on it smiling back at him , either way i knew there was only one thing for me to do. I leaned forward till i was able to smell the dandelion and burdock on his heavy breath. I reached down and unzipped his trousers and then gobbled up his shriveled cock till he filled my mouth with milky tears, he was the fucking queer now! Its not the first time the notorious Heebie Jeebies had had experiences similar to this one. Only 4 days ago our new agent came and introduced himself to us, a nice chap i thought. He brought his girlfriend/work colleague with him too. Turns out she was a cock fiend, he was a cock fiend and we all got high, fucked up and did each other in the same way most bands are 'done-in' by the industry that we all know and love. It takes a real man to expose these secret obscurities but here, alone, i stand screaming, I AM THOM BARNETT and WE (the Heebie Jeebies) DO NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK!