PEASANT

Jerking pencil,
Stencils spell out:  
"Republican ambulance-chasing asskissers of the world unite".
Fight against the prevalence of mortuary sex,
While remembering my felonious assault on your fallopian leakage.

Your Roman Nose protrudes like Captain Hook's prostate gland,
Vertical vertebrae collapse under Horizontal horticulture,
Like ebola, nature's vulture.

More frequently I slide down cliffs of moistened skin,
As the soft embrace of silent fingers, lingers within.
Map out my destiny, using lint to mark my insurrection,
For I shall rise like a Ball Park Frank.

Autumnal grace befitting Seventeenth Century nosebleeds,
Swimming in a lakes become Ragu,
Reddening faces ashamed of key swapping orgies,
Herpes passed out like caviar.

Your seductive powers are like a Yugo,
And you look like a fucking Pink Hyundai.
But in the end you might find a drunken fat blanket.

Across the inevitable siesta-laden doldrums,
Carcinoma lingers in my asbestos sandwich,
Guilt and shame as stalactites titillate your pituitary gland,
Run out of vogue by pierce-tongued libertarians.

Map my genes with somatic fervor,
Retracing my fondness for licking pork rinds,
Seventeenth century Matricks were awfully fond of pigs.
Mirrors 

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