smoking Smokey after a
bombed performance to ponder Why
do the children
cry & howl at my
fro, as I toss my laughter
to and fro Why
is the payment their fear
of the burlesque grotesque splatterings
of unflattering whiteface, I’m a
crackerminstrel, stained
by saltwater, oceans of
sputtering, bojangling sorrow
I don’t dance with my feet, but
my face, wrenched whenever
the headtaller neophyte, who just leapt to
insecurity, ridicules with a lash
refuses to laugh
poops on the party with his unwiped ass
hole, O the cruelty of children!

Twat of a child you
budding capitalist you
nymph with specks of nipples you
reckless ravager I
shall revenge and ravish you
paint you blue and see how it feels
give brown-nose a whole new meaning
with my red-nose, see how fast it becomes brown
when I jam it in your laughing asscrack see how
you quiver with pain on the inside see how
fast it becomes red again when you bleed rivers of
exposure see how there is no
closure, red rover
you wrap me in chains
of pummeling hands that don’t cover
mangling mouths, mutilating eyes see how
deranged a Miracle can be
how the smile is a frown
when I’m cracked & cackled up-side-down

look as the entertainer
goes insaner, as ambition of competition
sends him fishing for happiness in a whirlpool of crappiness