GREEN PARTY
A maniac retreats into a candle lit hole,
A mirror is shattered by the size of your mole,
A verdant pasture explored by slippery lovers,
Wet with the new sensations of dawn.
Robitussen miracles from top flight priests,
Carbonated hermaphrodites dominate your naked beach.
Bring me your confession, I'll relieve you of your gins,
Martyred for a quarter and a caviar binge.
Blanche, take those curlers out your hair and live:
Free from oppressive obstetricians poking your medulla oblongata,
Free from proctological nightmares and hemoroidal cookies,
Free from being branded a jezebel by gypsy moth-eating monks,
Free at last to analogize Hillary and Lazio with Lenny and Squiggy.
Stand up and count those belching fraternies on Bleecker Street,
Blow up their heads with Scanner-like atrocity,
Mirror their politics by shitting and eating it,
Baked in a Crusty pie, in vitro delight.
She was Scranton born and Scantily shorn,
And rebelled against her pappy,
By serving me a bagel at Denny's and rejoicing in:
The two inches my nose grew since college.
Guard my garter belt from the stamina of a pink slipped janitor,
Rush into Pravda and decry my Russian heritage.
Vodka blood and leftist tendencies denied.
I became arty and nominated myself head of the Green party,
And planted dildo-growing seeds,
and raised some horsies, hearty steeds,
With the following proclamation:
"I anoint myself with hippy beads, while blushing at my sexual deeds,
But hey, everyone's got to fulfill their needs,
With cosmic concentrating bliss around:
Juicy little tomaters, an oyster, a bannaner and some custard."
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