3 Poems Regarding What You Should And Shouldn't Do
Sex’s Everybody’s Genius, The Beautiful Make Us Do It, Yes We Have No Flypaper.
Frankly the steam room’s as good a place as any until you’re hard enough of hearing.
Do your do and throw your whole up into it and holler every level so you won’t be dry.
Plan to know how best to scarf and how soon to whoop up on all the other soggy towels.
Were I honest injun I’d be Shonen Knife by now.
Instead I’m just pulling your leg and palming the right amount of red étouffée.
Oh and wishing so hard I had a banana plant or some origami paper to fly with.
Break Into A Drycleaners, Steam Nothing.
A famous Priam bore the brunt of a notebook full of black eyes in Paris.
I knew that line was illegal.
You spaz out while nobody laughs and backpack all the way to Alameda, California.
Then you back up into me while I strike several matches, having learnt this is good for onions.
Carry Me Not Into The Cold Showers, All Of Us Sleep Better With Each Other.
He got down when Sheba forced a beautiful lion to underpants on his leg, work upsets his chakras.
Coconuts I didn’t poke your head with my spoon and you didn’t warn me I bazooka.
Some phonemes shouldn’t go unZachariahed:
those of us who slept with Racine couldn’t poke a lick of French and were sure better lippers for it.
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