You jerk you didn't call me up



I haven't seen you in so long



You probably have a fucking tan



& besides that instead of making love tonight



You're drinking your parents to the airport



I'm through with you bourgeois boys



All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts



Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but







Nowadays you guys settle for a couch



By a soporific color cable t.v. set



Instead of any arc of love, no wonder



The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time







Wake up! It's the middle of the night



You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander











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To make love, turn to page 121.



To die, turn to page 172.





