billy idol

I'm home! An overnight junket to NYC, good meetings, good food, good company, but of course I am very happy to be home.

My inner high-schooler wrote some haiku on the train. Enjoy.
i don't remember
your name. i do remember
some things about you

you had MTV
you liked sports, you played sports: not
much to talk about

what aroused me was
the billy idol poster
hung above your bed

curious, i thought
what could it mean? erotic
aggression? (shiver)

until you told me
you named your penis igor
then i was all done