LOAN ME A DOLLAR

Banish your fears of see through nightgowns,
Dirty pillows strutting through New Jersey,
Fancy little bastard sitting on Betsy Wetsy,
She's got another other woman.

I reject your affect, your defect and your neglect,
And feel the need to ram a candy cane up your nostril.
And out through your earhole in sequestered beauty,
Flies the innocence of your petroleum nightmare.

Reticent boobies pulled back in a bun,
Amalgamation of the things we lost in 1987.
Less for more and more for less,
The bigger the portion,
The fatter the dress.

Hopscotch on the hot tarmac, melting feet in blistering bliss,
Vermouth downed in the ecstasy of last nights transvestite fear.
Born to sit in the corner unobservant,
Leering at the shadow of the mole on her thigh.

Panties soaked in skillful obtrusion,
Holes explored without contact,
Rumours of telekinetic penetration,
The seed of orgasm resides underneath your skull.

Sexless moomies count the ways, 
To gratify their Barbie Dolls,
Glamorize yourself with makeup,
And decapitate the responsibility 
ou feel to wear deodorant in the summer.

Loan me a dollar so I can buy a couple of pieces 
of bazooka bubble gum, the Daily News, and your integrity.

{POETRY}