JUBILANT HOOKERS

Jubilant Hookers scratch their names into mirrors,
Stunning glances surrounded by bright red panties.
Scantily clad in lotus leaves they leave their mark upon their victims,
Ripping Razor blades in sadistic ecstasy.

Many women wiped their nose upon my tongue,
Many wipers used that last sheet of Charmin.
Many wars reward the last dance of Iranian rip and tear,
Many scars are made from pulling on your pubic hair.

She's a modern day apostle, 
converting the Onion-breathed mantlepiece photos,
Subverting her passions for Calomine and No doze.
Blanche and Hildew, covered in mildew,
Created in time by the tantrums 
their cellophane throws when they dance.

Bat an eyelid, bash that tear,
Never forthright, always mere.
Patsy convicts take my blame,
Malleable idiots worship 
my name in the lust of Patriotic Cancer 
my meal congeals when you kneel at my heel and squeal,
"Stroke my yoke and burden my urgent bloodflow  
in the mad gorge that we call home"

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