Hi Gloria, I'm in the family way, time to get a job handling cat crap
'cause I'd never hang on demon-crone Steinem the ****-******* rap
while she's ******* to infanticidal chaos magick like a moaning ***
whose by-passed brain surgery became a slight brain surgerical trap
for the manipulation of her inflamed vaginal orifice wet fold to flap
to make us weak, sike-a-dikes too, like **** governor Milton Shapp
& team-mate John O. Lennon who picnicked on Everest's snow cap
God on high, may Gloria crap out on vacuumed tubes smeared pap,
liberated & forced down her gullet off Yoko Ono's anesthetized lap
from which drips Mexican wasp honey pancake syrup as maple sap
onto piles of beer-boozing-heart-land Kenuans snoozing in saké nap
whilst lips slip from my face into a sea lagoon from no Florida map