Backasswards Bear-Trap
Castigate my every thought.
Those condescending mirror chunks,
Sunken into the shimmering, slicked back fur
Of your Vaseline oozing pug face.
You gossip gabbing teeth chewer.
I’ll open wide the unhinger
Relaxing the jugular canal
Allowing your slithering form to snake down.
Digging through my bile
Like a tabloid-whore through trash-garbage.
Leave behind your fermented urine
To permeate the blood stream,
Filling my skull to the brim
And swirling this beautiful view
Like a swizzle stick to the eye.
We’ll then sit atop our shit-tower of Babel
Grabbing drunkenly at the fecal mound
And together, we’ll puke diamonds baby
We’ll puke diamonds.