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
I'll be puking till 8 o'clock so I can't attend the last picnic at 2, since
I chewed the rotten parts out of 19 pints of strawberries just for you
I was eating corn flakes with 7 Arab women when Saddam Hussein
arrived with 32 gallons of cold camel milk near the end of his reign
to make our dry cereal taste better & to ease our U.S.-embargo pain
I separated her curtains for the man-trip to the core of her being, on
Christmas, after Christmas boozing & 1 extended Christmas peeing
I drew Mrs. Santa Claus to me to give her a special Christmas treat,
at night, when things prodding pink or white appeared as dark meat
coming hither & thither, engaging slanted attacks like 2 Geisha feet
flying off a straw-matted floor that girly *** mistresses use as a seat