Leaning back on this toilet, praying for a miracle, eating a gold fish
while controlling the more eager of ready broads is an age-old wish
as it's a gynecological lost cause to warm a menopausally-cold dish
7 December 1980 Yoko & John Lennon celebrate Pearl Harbor Day
with sushi, foot-long Coney Island hot dogs & Uncle Tetsu's soufflé
My *** hurts & I'm harboring rabid resentment for Tom Ridge as I
look for a bad woman to subdue in a headlock & throw off a bridge
Bob Mitchum said: "Stick with me & you'll be farting through silk"
to his fiancée whose huge milkers were lactating extra-creamy milk
At night she labored with an intensive hypnagogically-hypnical ****
that allopaths attributed to a restless leg syndrome, obstetrical quirk
to be cut out by a gamma x-rayed scalpel dirtier than a septical dirk
with the sense of purpose & sincerity of a less alien robotical smirk
coupled & triangulated with a frozen-cold-shoulder-shrugging shirk
as nutty as Robert Gallo father of A.I.D.S. who worked with Merck
that has ruined queers of Ireland's Leap Castle not too near Dunkirk
where ghosts who haunt not the dreams of Obama's fake father lurk
in the cracked cranium of a Keniano grovelling as a Canadian clerk
& not a nurse who's no worse than a ******-baiting curse 'cause she
niggered my **** after jerking my ****** like a ******-jerking nurse
who is lividly ornery, wickedly cruel, savagely brutal & terse as she
bottles stale **** for the shoe-testing queers of evil Nike's Converse
paunch that wallows in Ed A. Crowleyan demonological commerce
so that Christendom's rites are attenuated by posing them in reverse