I wrote a dirty little ditty for my friend Steve Reczkowsky. I had originally written this poem for the Art World but soon came to realize that it could be used quite liberally. All I had to do was replace the “it’s” with a “he’s” and there it be. Steve, here it is, and thanks for all those wonderful years tending Robyn's counter. " Steve; he's like.... "
He's like snatch; but sweeter He's got swatch; but sooner He's got stash; but bigger
He's like smack but stronger He's like you; but better He's like Yak; but butter
He's like; nice but later.... He's got racks; like "Hooters" He's got back; like looters
He's like grass and fiddlers... He's like ass, and fingers He's like mass but longer....