Stewart Green

take of time down the dime
to Memphis fleas floss
damaged gender never
leaves the premise unless
a guilt is five and given

slap that honey a spot
for spitting her open
view to us all peering
news guys and* gals
leaning for a shot of
her up the ladder queue

go on, baby
long legged lovely of the lowlifes
we wait with pencils ready
the mechanical ones that ejaculate
lead on command by clicking little
silver lever in packs of 24 (twenty four)

now shut up and listen
here at my never ending
tail from my butt to your
spot
your ticket slot
your nonsense reality
my tip, your slick slit
all real umbra polished nips
for you and your pale friend

come over here babies
pick up those things
present them to us
yes that and that
and this thing my toe points at
dipped in garlic* and my tasty accented
still punch

*sauce