Of Dogfood and Knuckle Dragging and Koolaid with a Hardon

I'm Not Really Bitter

I'm not really bitter

because the world gave me a hickey

on the ass.

It only shows when I want it to.

And the man I have been oggling all night

leaves with dogfood.

Dogfood that will soon be crawling

into his shorts

And resting that BARFORAMA

face against that muscled inner thigh.

And my eyeliner's running.

But that's okay.

Cause one of my girlfriends has more.

But all of my girlfriends are guys.

And this is the men's room where I sit crying.

And my last roach just fell into the urinal,

where it sleeps with the pubic hairs.

Jello Is Koolaid With A Hardon

He cracks his knuckles.

And she cracks her gum.

They are a happy couple.

As happy as they come.

There's a certain charm

in a man who drags his knuckles

when he walks.

There's a certain charm to a girl

who shits when she talks.

The tropic of illusion.

The land of the lounge lizards.

Jello is Koolaid with a hardon.