BORDERS

I order your Border's eating disorder removed with salad tongs,
A thyroidal ass smothering the Fonz charisma you possessed,
Back when the only thing balding was your chest,
And your vaunted collection of paperbacks by Herman Hesse.

South of the Border in your new Toyoter,
Capitalism licks your nostrils with a flare for hairy exuberance.
So do me a favor, get me some third world labor,
And compare your lovers and friends 
to those gross things that grow on a potater.

Suspicion is always aroused by arousal non-intentioned,
Fidelity usurped by strong desires against sexist diatribes.
Well informed of your libertarian assassination plot,
To peel the skins off the salami of Sicilian hitmen.

I thought you'd enjoy telepathic hoot rides on E,
Approaching summer nights of faces scraped by old razor blades.
Lakes refilled with trout and nipple biting pickerel,
Skinny dipping in mud producing electric goose pimples.

Move your booty neatly to the left side of my cerebral chastity belt,
Fluctuating into the quicksand of Communist indulgence.
She's a modern day delilah,
Bouncing in perfect rhythm to her fat fold dance.

Backyards with little tykes roasting pigs in Nebraska,
Emitting radiation felt only in Park Slope.
Toast the endless monotony of late night F train rides,
Squander your existence in a pocketful of subway flirtations.

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