I pooped a party
the turds were wearing party hates
the dingleberries blew kazoos
my anal hairs swallowed cake
the toilet bowl became a lake
and I went swimming
with a hundred naked wymen
I bit a thousand hymens
I bought a million diamonds
and then I said don’t cry, man
Bob Marley had pie and sand and
bugs in his dreadlocks
a towel on his cock
tube sock full of rocks
and a rocket in his pocket
around my neck I wear a silver locket
with a picture of a pitcher of
juice.

Is it soup
or art?
Is it framed or in your shopping cart?
I never played a part
I don’t intend to start
if you bend your heart
you wring the blood out of the
sponge
I’ll lick the droplets with my
tongue
all the cabbage will be hung
by a noose made of tendons
sendin’ snapped necks to
hell in Charon’s shipwreck,

O my pecker
stiffens like a double-decker bus
gotta give the bed a thrust
it was all a dream
it was all crap
it was all a life
prize wifes rife
in candyland.