1 day, I'm hopped up on estrogen girl juice, the next day I'm *******
around with ***** samples like some sickening trans-****** recluse
whose reality is Noah Webster's unexpurgated definition for obtuse
Wash them up & get 'em ready, Jeanette MacDonald's Nelson Eddy
after a dozen jabs in the *** of androgen from pretty-boy Tom Petty
'cause he knew how to fling his meat on stage at night in a nice city
where his knowledge of sound meat uses exposed Tom to pork pity
& snickers, sniggers, sneezes & expulsions that were greasily ******
& unfit for the kitty-litter box where ***** are taken by our cat Kitty
Kitty'll be a real wheel-barrow prancer to thrill bone-marrow cancer
Peter Lawford, bone Joan Crawford & her paw print & her saw lint
Sore holes're wide & widening like a kind movie with a fine ending
Average-minded girl looking for ***-fun assignment in Tijuana or
with iguana. My name-calling name is Shawna. I crap in Botswana.
The “Go Away or I'll **** You” poem, Now go away, you can't stay
'cause if you won't go away, I'll **** you & your little, dumb dog too