NINE YEARS

Nine years embraced in the ideologies of your love,
Do not cease to have sympathy for the Eleanor Rigbys in your midst.
Do you worry when you don't hear the glug glug glug?
You should burn brightly in sleep withheld.

Thinly veiled sentimental dreck,
Appetizing as a tuna fish facial cleanser,
Bunson burned lobotomized fried Chickie stenchmobile,
Lick it up like lime lubricant.

Holes in donuts, bagels and your beliefs,
Emit phlegmatic humours as I consume her underneath your tumor.
With capitalist flair, I am busier than a busdriving wretch,
Dropping Bees on your children's children's children with the quickness.

Murgatroid beaver combed and washed,
You thought you were kissing Jeter but it turned out to be Ed Koch.
Let your love buttons hang like handles of rejeuvenant flab.
As mommy sings like Edith Bunker in Maime.

Difficult operation performed on your virtuous noodles,
Praise Allah for the completion of your eerie canal.
Fortuitous tramp, release your stranglehold on goyish customs 
And bound your mangy wrists with handcuffs of love.

Merciful lust relinquished in a flash of boxerbriefs,
Mentored by Father Time and Mother Nature,
Nurtured by the swelling salty fluids of yonder,
I venture forth into the wild anarchic memories of incestual wildabeasts.

Give me courage to water my begonias with pride,
Seeping listlessly back to the garden,
Nail polish dripping from rectal hamburger meat of goyim,
It could pass for catchup.

Nine years of lengthy discussions over borscht.
Nine years of hellraising over rejections of Robert Bork.
Nine years of self flagellation under neck.
Nine years more?   Ah, what the heck.

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