This Piece of Shit

Bring the bucket and I’ll feast
on the vomit
you feed
the beast.    A jagged cock,

a rutted hole, a cooze-filled twat,
the critic troll.  And now in the mud puddle
we thrash and slap, with our hands in each other’s laps.
As life is one giant circle jerk:
make me twitch, I’ll make you smirk.  
For why should we be hating, when we could be
mutually masturbating?  

I could explain
but to what point?  I’m only here to oil your joint.
So, onward, upward, me so horny,
fuck me poems all seem so corny.  And so do
ones that rhyme, I’ll admit.  

I’ll quit here
so you can trash
this piece of shit.