Mecca

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And did those stumps in ruined Big Crunch,
Hobble upon Englands double chins belching:
And was the squeamish Hippopotamus of Mumbo—Jumbo,
On England's voluptuous nurses rubbernecked!

And did the Phizog Kissable,
Win a beauty contest with giant strides upon our squelched hog's backs?
And was Mecca dredged up all over the place,
Among these Negroid Devil—Worshipping Pulverizers?

Bring me my Fiddlestick of throbbing marmalade:
Bring me my Pricks of incontinence:
Bring me my Knitting—Needle: O excrements bear young!
Bring me my Buggy of spunk!

I will not cease from Raving Mad Argy—Bargy,
Nor shall my Tool jam in my working girl:
Till we have dredged up Mecca,
In Englands vomiting & ridiculous Landlubber.

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009

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