Bobby Lightbulb, sluthdom’s top mistress
“Lights out, Lightbulb!”
Barks the dog, the god, the cop.
“Hate bromides, you punk!”
And shoot and kill
The interloper cum awful punster.
Came the aggressor
Through my bedroom window
That with brutal effraction he busted (indeed!)
“Bring thy butt into the bed!”
He commanded while I knew
Exactly under which pillow my gun fretted.
“Bring thy butt into the bed
As my bud develops into the bloodiest of
The most gigantic flowers that be, babe!”
“Bad bid, Bud!”
I’m thinking and
“Bloodiest and stinkiest your flower
Like that lentous and fetid great orchid
With orchitis and sundry suppurating orchioceles to boot
Which flowers once in a blue moon
And the name of which I forget”
As I was making believe I was compliant enough
And therefore going to suck
His tacky flower like a degenerate bee
And my firm dry hand my fretting gun
Was feeling with glee.
The nib of his gun
On the knob of my nob
He notices some of my subtle shenanigans
“Lights out, Lightbulb...!”
“Hate bromides, you punk!
For which crime
For Every Tib and Tom Cat
9. lights out for you, rather, you jerk!
- ► 2008 (22)
- 20. such ugly remains
- 19. trouble at the cage
- 18. almost caught
- 17. taut ribbons
- 16. bullet through the intruder's head
- 15. parsnip in her narrow beak
- 14. you bet you animal
- 13. the roar of stardust
- 12. dripping cheeks: blenched
- 11. all cross the river [one]
- 10. body or luminous arena
- 9. lights out for you, rather, you jerk!
- 8. it must be that I ain't ready to die
- 7. call the dog Geez-ass
- 6. soldiers : clostridia
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