Warning: the following poem contains strong language, sexual situations, and crude humor. Reader discretion is advised.
She blew the tippy-top off
Of a sawed-through bluff.
Crabby patties get the wetties —
Kool-Aid Man expects a payoff.
Don’t forget to make the drop-off.
Whackitty-jackitty yak —
Yuckin’ it up with the yuppies, yep!
Shotgun white wedding,
Bubble-butt busted —
Quit Elmer Fuddin’.
Porky laughs at her jokes:
“Tha-tha-tha-that’s all, folks!”
Not so into these blokes
Who wag wilted wet noodles,
Scoop shit for French poodles —
Matching-set talons akimbo;
Tail feathers tucked in no-go, so
You lift the hem of her bourgeois blouse,
To arouse the art of torrent-joust.
Close her mouth).
Here’s the who, what, when,
Where, why, how:
“How come you can’t stop scrumpin’ my wife?”
“Cause Chastity only cheated twice.”
Let’s carve the truth into proof,
Your chocolate’s like a kick in the tooth —
From essence divine.
Intuition, no inhibition.
Soul descends to
Trash the amends
Made folly through ends
In the clear.
Run races with scissors.
Take risks —