I'll never eat pork chops on Arbor Day again nor wear ******* inside-out. I propose to-the-bone spending cuts in localized govt. or my name's not Bessie Watson. I shall forgo polite discourse as it promises things distant. Perhaps I'll move the way of ***** & woodpeckers @  a sidereal slant? The people must be aligned or there's little hope held for the shiftless. We must pawn our “pawnables” to make way for retail merchandise. The wholesale field is a quag that swamps the ill-tempered. Let us fish in the sea for critters to salt & pickle. Allow the wrecks that are our lives to be pounded & kneaded. The things fine in life are scrapped for trinkets. We force ourselves into sweaters that accentuate nothing—this is not why God made my knobs into *******. It's lips, nips & hips down passed the center. I could paste myself to inner sheathing or give truck to Japan's wayward beauty queens for all the good that'd do.
  Women? What do they know about oil? WE men, with our special arrangements, will secure the world's petroleum reserves and stabilize retail gas at seven dollars per gallon. Stabilization is important especially on imported things, instilled things & things that need to be refrigerated. God mandated that young & beautiful women should find wealthy, old, balding, fat men irresistible.
   “José's no good! He arrived here from Tulsa
with nothing Mexican & took everything you had!”
   Ashlee turned her face from Paco's recriminations. Of course,
every word of it was so true. But still? How could Ashlee Noell
Brittany deny her love for José Taco y Bernardo? It was
impossible, besides, she was carrying his baby!
   The stalls were empty & wet as the men's room was closed
for cleaning. Soon janitors would descend upon it with their
brassy 5/8'' hose nozzles & brushes, mops & squeegees.
   Ashlee carefully bathed her supple, white, unfettered skin. Her knobs & clefts were defiantly pink. “Oh Paco, I mean José,” she whispered, “soon we'll be a family...” The words gave her resolve. “Oh Sanchez, I mean Paco or José,” she sobbed, “our love crosses international boundaries without passport.”