Memories of you like refried beans, no much more like beer-battered testes
like those earrings you gave me that hung so pendulous and misshapen
so squirmily delicious, oooo how I love each plop plop plopplop of your poo
I'm a cop.
I'm manhandling my ballsack the way Dick Cheney does it (squishysquishy, shaved hairless, bruising)
(he does it the way it was meant to happen)
& beloved president with "Jesus is just alright with me Jesus is just alright oh yeah" tatooed
mung bean sprouts
is what we will have once the lemon pie tree runs out of infinte love
and Cheney whispersings in our ear "fuz-zy   lit-tle   cat-er-pil-lar" as he touches us there
there around the edge of the ocean shell