LIKE A DOUDIE S'MORE

We were grossly underrated by the unshaven misfits 
who tried so desperately to rid themselves 
of their white man's burden.

Plunging themselves down into my innocent bestiality, 
if it has a phone number it is legal.

Recalcitrantly drooping in the stall, 
I overheard you planning your mall, 
We were introduced at the Governor's ball, 
but I thought you were a scumbag.

You stink like the Big Pink,
And the music from your ear wax,
melts into your mouth like a doudie smore.

{POETRY}