I seldom speak of my friendship with the crapped-out David Bowie
because it alludes to bread-kneading acts with dough that is doughy
Ideally, our combined happiness together'll sicken nurses around us
who'll purse their nurse lips, labial & ******, like tan pustules of pus
You say I'm stupid, moronic, imbecilic, addle-pated, dense & dumb
even though it's you who wants Hillary's ****** to birth an oil drum
You can't, not with all those **** warts, not in jail, nor in the courts
eat buttered scones on the wharves, inside igloos or in foreign ports