WRITTEN IN PINK

Sucking on the cancerous breasts of American's Most Wanted,
I feel ashamed at the anonymity of the Pagan ritual.
Caustic vibrators calm the flow of night's passage,
As many wholes are opened for exploration.
Why are there no laws left to govern the Vietnamese children,
When senatorial races seem like sushi up your crack.
The portable muffins are victorious over Drag queen's inhibitions.

{POETRY}