This pome is auto-written in a search & destroy fashion
„cause watching The Simpsons has more to do with „em
frickin jokes that show deficiencies in our characters.
While I am guzzling bottles of drugstore Vodka labeled
God?s XXX „cause it?s filled with some exotic perfumed
varnish-amber-colored-stinking-rubbing-100-proof-alcohol
which in truth is man?s poison contributing to my sense
of tempura-spatial appetite for Sushi of the female kind.
Nothing better than some organically raised fowl!
I think I could pop some chick?s cherry in a cemetery,
like in the old days, but I?d rather be Mod & a Conceptualist.
Fuck it! I ain?t shy „bout fuckin? next to a nuclear plant
right where nipple-tipped towers would match hers
& its nuclear atomic glow reflect in her black cherry eyes.
We could both look pale cyan haggard while mooning some
self-appointed god and hump our hoochie koochies while
thanking Him for making us come.
Nuke! Nuke! Nuke! Hey you, voyeuristic Duke,
don?t YOU, the creator of the Original Sin tell us what to do.
–Alex Nodopaka