OH PHALLUS OF RIDICULOUSNESS
Oh phallus of ridiculousness
you tower over our town like
a monolith fucking the sky as
the denizens fuck with themselves
anyway we can.
Some chose to shop whilst I try
to forget as life moves on in a
drunken wasted state towards
my ultimate escape and a place
where life moves slower and no
one cares about money or shopping
and there are no phallus of ridiculousness
Ruining a perfectly good view.
WOULD WHITMAN HAVE APPROVED?
She turns to the camera and teases
Looking slutty despite her glasses and a
Book full of words; it’s Whitman she
Reads and a few lines are read before
She puts it to much better use, lifting
Her playmates’ skirt and smacking
That beautiful pert little arse with four-
Hundred pages of Whitman…