BUMBLE BUTT
Sausage breath, Tuna Fish pits,
Like a circling shark in a Ray Bradbury novel,
You fill me with the trembling that comes
with humming the theme from Bonanza.
They sentenced me to a life without Braille,
My hands can't read your complaints no more,
Off to Guyana with a pitcher of Kool Aid,
One way pleasure on a burning hot cactus,
Munching your way to Oregon and Nebraska,
I dreamt I danced with Isaac and he served me a beer.
Bend your will and play majan with the general public.
Racist agenda circumsized upside down as you registered at Fortunoff's.
Gorbachev, the role model for the beauty marked panty hose skinned.
"Girl's mouth is fine", he said, "Boy's mouth tastes like shrooms".
But my voice booms and booms and booms and booms and booms.
And what did I say?
I say, "Label me an ingrate in your acid tongued haste,
But I am chaste and waste no fluids on your druids or your drones,
Or your workers drunk at Krones with no knowledge of cell phones,
Or the pack of unsmoked bones that you need to get a jones,"
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