incontinent
androgynous
lactose-intolerant debutante
seeks hyper-active tv announcer
from cheezey 50’s game
show
please call me up
i swear i’m smart
but don’t give me
milk
or else i’ll fart
i’m lonely, everybody
and my white cell count is down
i need some human contact please
a man
a woman
anything!
i promise not to hit you
but i can’t promise not to swear
i must sub-let my trailer’s fleas,
i’ll trade it for some
pork and beans
if i don’t get some protein soon
i’ll have to hit the fair
with biker-chics in halter-tops
and three kinds of yeast and
malted hops
and studded-leather chokers that accentuate thier
hickeys
and yuppie moms with double-strollers
gaudy rings (thier
status holders)
who need to hurry up “lets go!”
and get
home in time for ricki!
the toothless tilt-a-whirl operator
who needs to shave her
alligator
has caught my eye and turned to face me
she’s going to walk this way!!!
she grabs my thigh and starts to squeeze rub me…
says that
she will always love me…
her voice sounds like don pardo and i
think i am in love