David Bowie pushed us in the here & now, as neither fish nor fowl,
plowed under, Bowie was, as grey ash by a double moldboard plow
These gaps in our noses make it easy for the hard insertion of hoses
just like Jesus must have done when everyone was staring at Moses
I'm going out there, & a little over here, where I might be with Yids
& Turkical **** before cuttin' them down to where their Jew toes is
composed in vinegared Rhine brine from a spinal-fluid-heavy spine
I'm boating out there & a wee bit over here, where I'll be alone with
a 1,000 **** ******' gay, after tonsillectomies, on Pearl Harbor Day