Thursday, January 1, 2015

BANANAS IN MY MANANAS


WHEN I AM YOUNGER THAN IN MY YESTERYEARS,

I WILL STICK A PICKLE IN EACH OF MY EARS,

AND SPREAD MUSTARD ON MY LOVER-LADIES' REARS;



I WILL STRIP AND BODY-PAINT A SLEEPING COP,

BAPTIZE THE MAYOR WITH A BOTTLE OF POP.

AND TANGO OLD LADIES UNTIL THEIR FALSE TEETH DROP;


WILL CHOP INTO CHEWY CHUNKS MY NEIGHBOR'S HOSE,
GIVE THIRTEEN NAKED NUNS A KISS AND A ROSE,
AND NIBBLE TILL SHE GIGGLES A GIRL SCOUT'S TOES;

SPRINKLE LICE EGGS IN AN ENGLISH TEACHER'S HAT,
BUTTER THE BELLIES OF ALL MY NURSING CATS,
SKINNY-DIP WITH MORMONS IN A WINE-FILLED VAT;

EAT BEAN SPROUTS AND MUSHROOMS THAT GROW IN MY HAIR,
PAINT DAFFODILS ON A HIPPO'S DERRIERE,
AND TICKLE A TIGER WITH A CHOCOLATE ECLAIR.


OH, LET ME NOW WITH MY FANTASIES GALORE
CAMP IN A CHURCH PEW WITH MY BOTTLE AND WHORE
WHILE YOU WHO ARE "SOBER AND SANE" FIGHT YOUR WAR.

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