I HAVE FIVE WORDS
I have five words
for each finger
on my right hand &
I recycle them
until my clit
is tired.
This little piggy
wants some half & half.
Half empty!
Half fool.
But a thought
out in left field:
For who
has told the truth
and who
is well fed?
Who is impoverished?
Our acts
are magic carpets.
Our words
are something said.
When I’m converted,
I’ll be
straighter than straight.
I’ll have my teeth done,
my nose de-bulbified.
When I’m straight,
I will lie and lie.
When I’m made straight,
I will tell the troof!
Fuck the ethic;
F the affect!
My own tether
in cruel weather.
Even doors
feel tug of war.
So if you decide
your knees are jello,
why, well you can go to
hello operator,
give me number nine.
Where is my ding dong,
king kong?
Can’t row
with a scene queen…
Paddles’re taken.
I’ll use a spoon!
Parallel park
in *exactly*
the wrong way.
All
in the
Nature
of Art
Art
in the
dark
Art
in your
farts
Sheboom bop
sheboom bop
she-wah wah wah
zoom!
In a shakedown
of the lady
we got gophers
making gravy
Art
on Noah’s ark
Art
with a dart
Art
in King Hut’s tut
Art
from the Sluts
Art
in the mud
Art
with your stud
Blabbah blabbah boo
Hippie High Yigh Yay
Lady K
